Flynn can still feel it, the fear and worry and the willingness to DO this for him and for a moment he can't speak. Back in Norfinbury he thought that – no, he was ready to come back here and be alone. To return to this is... it's amazing. It's breathtaking. It's so much more than he deserves, than he ever thought he'd have again.

"... I know. And it would be wrong for me to take it."

He gently reaches out, mindful not to startle him and briefly puts his hands on Jacob's. "I won't need it. Because I know that even without this? You're gonna be right here and look after me. And we're gonna be right here and look after you."

Because that's what families do.

He smiles but refrains from sending an encouraging nudge at Jacob. That's something he has to do by himself. "You won't be alone. You're brilliant and kind and strong and a genius and there's at least five bookstores in New York that I need to show you? They're kind of hidden and you wouldn't believe what they have, before I went to Norfinbury I found an edition of--" He trails off when he realizes he's babbling.

"... What you felt? I will never let that happen." He briefly squeezes the hand clutching the pendant. "I promise."