[ The night hides it well, and probably for the best. Jacob knows they aren't friends, nor bossom companions or even truly brothers made by split blood, or rven men who tolerate each other, but he does like Lan Wangji, even if he doesnt understand him. He'd be hurt to see the man react so negatovely to the suggestion.
Better that he's focused instead on poor Tykhe. Her path to the grave is a hard one it seems, as if there is more than weeds that impedes her, and Jacob almost feels sorry for the woman so desperately searching for her kin.
That melts away as she lashes out at Lan Wangji, and its to the other man that Jacob goes to attend. The fall could be bad, amongst hidden stones and uneven ground, and Jacob knows how easy it is to break the bonws of hand or wrist. ]
No trust
Better that he's focused instead on poor Tykhe. Her path to the grave is a hard one it seems, as if there is more than weeds that impedes her, and Jacob almost feels sorry for the woman so desperately searching for her kin.
That melts away as she lashes out at Lan Wangji, and its to the other man that Jacob goes to attend. The fall could be bad, amongst hidden stones and uneven ground, and Jacob knows how easy it is to break the bonws of hand or wrist. ]
It's not her I'm worried about. Are you hurt?