05-13-2018, 02:04 PM
WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob had never been any good at hiding his emotions and when Pincher began to assure- wait, no. Not assure. He was just telling him how things were between him and Lily. There was nothing to assure Jacob of. It wasn't like they had any feelings for each other or some sort of relationship beyond the connection Jacob felt towards the doberman. Still, he found himself allowing a slight smile and a gentle sigh of relief when he heard Pincher wasn't particularly interested in the woman. Then his mind leapt to the fact that Pincher had only asked to be paired with women during the blind date event. He wasn't sure why that bit stuck out so much but it did nonetheless, and it made him feel even worse about the situation. Maybe he should've have pried so much. When he mentioned things being awkward, Jacob could understand the feelings but at the same time, he couldn't really relate. Jersey had always been the one concerned with women growing up and Jersey didn't seem to take much of an interest in relationships or the implied activities his big brother had regularly participated in. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess tha' makes sense," there was a brief pause between his words as he debated asking another question. He didn't want to keep the attention on Pincher's date for so long but he couldn't help it. Besides, the next one wasn't really related to the date.
"Uh, did ya' see the duck I left in the room? I hope it didn' bother ya' none," his tone was now colored with mild embarrassment. He just figured it'd be better for him to bring up than wait until Pincher inevitably asked him about the little toys he'd been gifting him so often as of late. Jacob noticed the change in pace and did his best to keep up with the doberman. He didn't want to ask him to slow down but his legs were both less functional and shorter than the other canine's so it was a bit of a struggle to stay at his pace. Still, he managed to trail just a bit behind him. "I jus'... Ya' know, when I stayed with ya' that week, I saw ya' had one on your desk. I remember thinkin' it was kinda' funny tha', well, tha' someone as stron-" Strong? That was the adjective he was going for? Strong people would like rubber duckies. What did Pincher's muscular build have to do with any of this? "Someone as serious as yourself would like stuff like this n'... well, I jus' thought it was nice. I figured since ya' were so nice ta' me tha' week n' took care ah' me n' all that, I had ta' find some kinda' way ta' thank ya' n' I thought maybe the ducks would be nice, since ya' seemed ta' like 'em."
Then Pincher went on to tell him that there was nothing wrong with the lighthouse. Jacob had been able to tell Pincher was drunk, of course. He was a doctor and he'd spent most of his life around men that drank heavily so it wasn't hard to catch on, even if he was surprisingly lucid. Jerseyboy was the same way, though. Jacob couldn't hold any sort of alcohol to save his life and he was sure he'd have passed out by now if he'd drank as much as whatever Pincher drank. Even if he could hold alcohol well, Jacob didn't think he'd drink very much of it. After all of the trouble he'd had with his mental health following his Ma and Pa's deaths, as well as after what Guru had done to him, the idea of not having complete control over his own mind absolutely terrified him. He was afraid that it'd turn out exactly like how all his nightmares and visions did, with him helplessly burning or watching someone else burn or seeing someone die. His mind wasn't particularly kind to him and he wasn't keen on letting his sub-conscious take control of anything currently.
He followed close behind Pincher, noticing the way the moonlight highlighted the captain's frame. He briefly wondered how much the other man exercised to look so nice. It was a little detail and one that registered without him even thinking about it but he shook his head, trying to dispel those thoughts. Why did he care about how often Pincher exercised? It wasn't any of his business. Suddenly, though, he felt conscious of his own frame. He didn't exercise much outside of the physical therapy schedule he'd designed for his legs and his diet wasn't exactly the most healthy way for any dog to live out their life. He was missing a lot of his fur, although that was all covered up by his bandages and his sweater. That was comforting for a moment until he remembered Pincher had first seen him without all that on and then he was self-conscious again. Why did he even care? The way he looked didn't matter. They were just friends. Not even that, they were basically business associates. Still, he found himself adjusting his sweater a bit. "Oh, um, alright! What is it?" he asked, unable to keep the excitement from his tone. It must be something impressive if Pincher had brought him all this way to see it. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
"Uh, did ya' see the duck I left in the room? I hope it didn' bother ya' none," his tone was now colored with mild embarrassment. He just figured it'd be better for him to bring up than wait until Pincher inevitably asked him about the little toys he'd been gifting him so often as of late. Jacob noticed the change in pace and did his best to keep up with the doberman. He didn't want to ask him to slow down but his legs were both less functional and shorter than the other canine's so it was a bit of a struggle to stay at his pace. Still, he managed to trail just a bit behind him. "I jus'... Ya' know, when I stayed with ya' that week, I saw ya' had one on your desk. I remember thinkin' it was kinda' funny tha', well, tha' someone as stron-" Strong? That was the adjective he was going for? Strong people would like rubber duckies. What did Pincher's muscular build have to do with any of this? "Someone as serious as yourself would like stuff like this n'... well, I jus' thought it was nice. I figured since ya' were so nice ta' me tha' week n' took care ah' me n' all that, I had ta' find some kinda' way ta' thank ya' n' I thought maybe the ducks would be nice, since ya' seemed ta' like 'em."
Then Pincher went on to tell him that there was nothing wrong with the lighthouse. Jacob had been able to tell Pincher was drunk, of course. He was a doctor and he'd spent most of his life around men that drank heavily so it wasn't hard to catch on, even if he was surprisingly lucid. Jerseyboy was the same way, though. Jacob couldn't hold any sort of alcohol to save his life and he was sure he'd have passed out by now if he'd drank as much as whatever Pincher drank. Even if he could hold alcohol well, Jacob didn't think he'd drink very much of it. After all of the trouble he'd had with his mental health following his Ma and Pa's deaths, as well as after what Guru had done to him, the idea of not having complete control over his own mind absolutely terrified him. He was afraid that it'd turn out exactly like how all his nightmares and visions did, with him helplessly burning or watching someone else burn or seeing someone die. His mind wasn't particularly kind to him and he wasn't keen on letting his sub-conscious take control of anything currently.
He followed close behind Pincher, noticing the way the moonlight highlighted the captain's frame. He briefly wondered how much the other man exercised to look so nice. It was a little detail and one that registered without him even thinking about it but he shook his head, trying to dispel those thoughts. Why did he care about how often Pincher exercised? It wasn't any of his business. Suddenly, though, he felt conscious of his own frame. He didn't exercise much outside of the physical therapy schedule he'd designed for his legs and his diet wasn't exactly the most healthy way for any dog to live out their life. He was missing a lot of his fur, although that was all covered up by his bandages and his sweater. That was comforting for a moment until he remembered Pincher had first seen him without all that on and then he was self-conscious again. Why did he even care? The way he looked didn't matter. They were just friends. Not even that, they were basically business associates. Still, he found himself adjusting his sweater a bit. "Oh, um, alright! What is it?" he asked, unable to keep the excitement from his tone. It must be something impressive if Pincher had brought him all this way to see it. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
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