Maybe this trophy // open // isn't real love

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob was glad to see Killua up and about again. He noticed the blood stain but he did his best to keep his mouth shut regarding it. Killua didn’t teally like it when Jacob treated him and it was clear he had enough medical knowledge to maintain his own wounds. Besides, he didn’t seem to be doing anything too straining. Walking around and looking at pictures wouldn’t hurt him anyway. In fact, it was a very positive thing that he was seeking social interaction (to some extent) again. Even if they didn’t always see eye to eye on everything, Jacob didn’t dislike the feline and he cared about his well-being. He wasn’t sure if that always showed but he did his best to look after everyone in Snowbound. He didn’t pay much attention was Killua began going through the different paintings. He knew he’d had one of Pincher but he was sure that was safely tucked away inside. He really wasn’t even sure why he’d done it but it felt rather calming to paint the doberman’s features. Then he heard Killua’s statement and he looked up in both panic and confusion. ”Oh-” The tiny sound escaped him as his mind scrambled for an explanation. He couldn’t even necessarily give Killua the truth because even he didn’t do that. He’d just been painting and one of the first people he’d thought to try was Pincher. Jacob could confidently say they were friends now but if that was all it was then why was his heart pounding in his chest? He didn’t have anything to hide. They were allies, it wasn’t like he couldn’t be friends with them. ”Oh, uh, well, I jus’ thought it’d be nice’s all. I was gonna’ paint one for Lilyspoise too n’, uh, n’ I was jus’ thinkin’ it’d be nice ta’ take ‘em the paintin’s he next time we visit. They’re holdin’ an event with us soon n’ I thought it’d be nice ta’ bring somethin’ along since I’ll be gettin’ more herbs from ‘em. It jus’ seems nice ta’ exchange somethin’ when I’m gonna’ need so much, is all...” Yeah, that sounded right. Nothing about that seemed strange. There’d been the long pause and the dips in the pitch of his voice but the reasons sounding convincing. He’d never been a very good liar, he revealed too much emotion in his expression and voice to get away with anything, but he thought that was a reasonable explanation. He just hoped Killua would drop the subject as he looked back down to his current painting, which would eventually be of Pierce.

//mobile —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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