Jacob stares back, Flynn's words sink in and he really might lose it--his brows furrow, he trembles slightly as all that despair is slowly replaced by hope and friendship. Jake knows he's hard to get to know even without magical artifacts, he's grown up and lived his life always hiding, always lying, keeping everything close to the vest. Maybe that's why he wanted this crutch too, Flynn's already broken through--even though deep down it's still a horrifying mess, what his evil self did to him.
He's not used to people having his back, having people look out for him. Not used to having a family--a real proper family, not just trying to keep his dad afloat and washing his hands of him when he's had too much.
"I...I'd like that. Seein' the bookstores and all."
And having a real family.
Having Flynn of all people, say all those kind things...
Jake nods, his eyes still intense and shining.
And he tugs, ever so slightly, and the pendant string breaks off. There's the strangest feeling, an emptiness. But he's not lonely. And he's not alone. Not anymore.
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He's not used to people having his back, having people look out for him. Not used to having a family--a real proper family, not just trying to keep his dad afloat and washing his hands of him when he's had too much.
"I...I'd like that. Seein' the bookstores and all."
And having a real family.
Having Flynn of all people, say all those kind things...
Jake nods, his eyes still intense and shining.
And he tugs, ever so slightly, and the pendant string breaks off. There's the strangest feeling, an emptiness. But he's not lonely. And he's not alone. Not anymore.