MADE A MESS AGAIN | open, joining

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Complexity was something Jacob could do without. He was used to thinking through every word and action (of course, unless Jersey convinced him to do otherwise) and he dreamed of having a life where he didn't think about how much information he told or who knew his full name. Something as simple as a name shouldn't be a thing that needed to be hidden but it was clear to him that was the case. Too much had happened to him because he wasn't careful enough. Too much had happened to the people he cared about because he wasn't careful enough. He hoped that here, in the middle of nowhere, his name wouldn't matter to anyone. However, with all the people arriving, it was hard to say if that was the case. For now, he'd keep as much information to himself as possible and then, once he knew he could trust everyone here, he'd share as much as they wanted to know. Besides, he could share in his own way. By making traditional Italian food and knitting the patterns Harrison had taught him. He could share himself in little ways and that would have to be enough.

He could tell the man before him was nervous so he tried to give his best comforting smile. He was a naturally friendly person so it was safe to assume he wasn't the cause of the anxiousness but he didn't care to pry about what the real reason was. "Um, well, sort of. Actually, 'm not sure what they- we call ourselves. Our leader's name 's Leigh," he answered, casting a glance to Jersey as he spoke, as though hoping he'd hold more clarity than Jacob. "'Course you n' your friends n' family are welcome. I can show ya' back ta' where our camp is, if ya' want, unless they're comin' jus' behind ya' or somethin' n' ya'd prefer ta' wait," he soon answered. "My name's Jacob. 'S nice ta' meet ya', Pierce."

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#psychosocial.