When Flynn approaches, Jacob stands at the stairs, tense and ready for a fight--he can't help it, it's what he's associated him with. His mind has been messed with for too long, the tattoos have held him under his control for too long--but he knows there's not going to be a fight, he can feel what Flynn's feeling and it's almost too much, the loss he's experienced and the sheer joy at coming back here, to the Library--

"Hey. Welcome home."

The feelings practically radiating off Flynn nearly makes Jacob's own knees buckle--how is the poor guy even standing? But he laughs anyway, because he's free and his friend is back--and it's more than he was allowed to hope for, for so long.

"I'm--we're the Librarians. Me and Jones and Cassie." His brows furrow. "How much do you remember?"