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”Oh, that’s…very disheartening.”
She subconsciously inches a little closer to Jacob.
“I am…I want to go home.”
Jacob carefully reached out and held her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.
Y..You said maybe there's an exit?..
..Edwin sighed again.
Once again, I would not get your hopes up, but it's possible-
What else are we supposed to do than "get our hopes up?!.." We need to have some sort of optimism, don't we?..
Edwin gave him this strange sort of pitiful stare, not responding.
Hannibal had always extended a warm invitation to his home for his friends, professing that the door was perpetually open to them. Jacob (@evilsontherun) preferred the outside world to the confines of any dwelling; the myriad sights and sounds of life were far too captivating to trade for the comforts of luxury. This preference led Hannibal to find himself in a quaint coffee shop, one that boldly proclaimed to serve the finest coffee in the world. Such a claim was generally met with skepticism, yet it seemed to resonate with someone as pure-hearted as Jacob. After all, Jacob’s generation was accustomed to the rather unrefined sludge that often settled at the bottom of coffee pots. Hannibal was quite convinced he would still find contentment in such a humble brew.
As their conversation took an unexpected turn into a territory usually deemed taboo, Hannibal felt an unusual sort of intrigue swell within him. Generally, discussions about human relationships were to be approached with caution, yet he had never truly envisioned a future with anyone he might become involved with.
"You have been alive for over two hundred years; it is high time you indulge in some of life’s pleasures," Hannibal remarked with a resigned sigh, deliberately refraining from sampling the coffee that had been ordered. He resolved instead to offer it to Jacob. "I have celebrated this holiday in years past, yet find myself without anyone to dote upon at this moment. It seems, for now, that you are stuck with me, my dear Angel."
His gaze drifted to the commercialized depiction of love that Jacob picked up before wandering to the expansive windows of the coffee shop. Outside, the biting chill of winter swept through the city, prompting individuals to bundle up against the cold. Couples walked closely together, their heads inclined towards one another to brace a biting wind.
"You should allow yourself to experience the delights of the flesh," Hannibal suggested, a playful smile curling at the corners of his lips. "I assure you, the path does not lead to perdition.”
Jacob twirled the little red cellophane heart in his fingers as he sipped his coffee. He had found it on the street — something the wind tore from a decoration, no doubt. One idle thought in their conversation had led to another, and Jacob felt his cheeks color at the mention of Valentine's Day. The cowboy suddenly itched to grab his hat, hung on the closest chair ; if nothing else, he could hide beneath it. "Romancin' ain't much a' something I can talk to," Jacob said, voice lower. "Ain't ever . . . done any kissin' or none a' that. 's not for me, I s'pose. What's the phrase — weren't in the cards for me." His fingertip traced the bit of décor, now flat on the island top. Jacob's gray eyes remained firmly down. "What about you, Doc ?? Ya ever do anything for this holiday ?? "
so there's this set of pixels about which i could write a 40 page thesis
Well I experienced the full range of human emotion watching those two episodes tonight. Jesus.
Darrian absolutely had to bite his tongue at the “I sat on a beach for a while” explanation too.
Did Jacob’s mission.
My favorite bit was the end.
Jacob: I don’t know who you are. Because you’re not any father I remember.
Jacob: Give him all the time in the galaxy. The man who did this doesn’t know right from wrong.
And then he basically went “it’s fine” back on the ship and didn’t want to talk about it, which makes sense but is annoying in terms of any sort of followup.
TIM: Jacob, if I had leaked that information about the Gernsback, I would be smiling at your resolution of the situation. I am not smiling.
Hooray, succeeded in annoying TIM without really trying!
Shepard: Nothing goes through this ship - my ship - without a report to you.
Which is sadly true (and awww “my ship”).
Miranda: There was a time when it mattered to you. Sending it along seemed like keeping an old promise. I keep my promises.
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