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i will catch you if you fall

Jacob would bet anything that he would be yawning until midday, just because of who he was and what he was like when it came to an issue like sleep. Logically, it made sense for him the wake up later than, say, Addie did, because naturally he had more energy in the night so it was harder for him to calm down and get to sleep. That’s why he groaned when Adelaide told him the time, looking at her incredulously. “Oh my gosh, it’s so early.” He complained; although he would much rather have Addie come at such a bad time than not at all. And he had gotten up himself at this indecent time, perhaps knowing that the blonde girl was in the building along with him. Or maybe it was just time for him to wake up, which was probably the less cheesy option, so he would go for that. He could be pretty cheesy and romantic, but he thought that that maybe was verging on creepy rather than flattering.

Believing that his enthusiasm and happiness had indeed rubbed out on Addie, he nodded once, brushing some of her blond hair behind the closest ear facing him. “Good.” He thought of what he would’ve done today, if Addie hadn’t knocked for him. He wasn’t really sure, but guessed that he would just…hang around, maybe get out of camp and go to the movies or something. He wouldn’t really do anything special, and he bet he would have a much better day with this daughter of Aphrodite than he would doing something average and ordinary for him. Jake also wanted to ask Addie about their kiss last night, but he wasn’t sure if it had been a mistake or not. He hadn’t thought it’d been, but something told him that they were about to open up a whole can of difficulty if they made a wrong decision. Also, none of them had decided to bring it up yet, which only told him that she didn’t want to talk about it or she was waiting for him to make a move. Wait. What if she was waiting for him to make the first move? What was he meant to do? Or say? Everything was weird for him, because the only proper relationship he had ever been in had been with his sister, and they had to keep quiet so he had never really asked her out on dates or anything normal like that. It had all been in the dark, and Jake had never had to ask a girl if she wanted to go out on a date or anything. Is that what he should do? When was the best moment to do it? All these questions repeated themselves over and over in his head but able to keep any emotion of his curiosity and frustration from his face.

Raising his face from his hands to look back at Addie, he let his hazel eyes slowly look back at the screen, finding a tall slender woman standing in front of a courthouse located somewhere in Stratford, his home town. She spoke about what happened, but none of it made sense. For one he wasn’t dead. And two, “Lucy was never killed! She was…was…” He exclaimed, slowly trying to fix his jumbled-up memories of that night. Fractions of dreams also came to mind, picturing it all in his head, but he couldn’t remember all of it. Just glimpses. It was torture for the boy, and it hurt his head and heart. He looked back at the girl next to him again, trying to answer her question as calmly as he could. “It’s-it’s me.” He explained, looking ahead again.

Oblivious to anyone even else sharing the living room with them, Jake ran his hands through his hair yet again, his hands starting to shake. This wasn’t meant to happen; he was meant to be safe and out of danger now camp was a place for him to forget about all of this; not have to embrace it all over again. This was sick; insanely sick. Jacob jumped slightly upon feeling Addie’s hand on his back, leaning into her slightly when telling himself that she was only trying to comfort him; make him feel safe again. He took a deep breath, grabbing the remote control for the tv again and slamming the volume back down, realising that it had almost been shakig the ground with it’s high volume. “We don’t a death penalty in Canada.” He told Addie, shooting down what must have been her comforting words with plain facts, but managing to nod anyway. “But he most definitely will be rotting in hell.”

Feeling Addie’s arm brush against his own and feeling her move, his head snapped sideways to watch her, thinking that she was getting up for a moment. A frown pressed onto his angry expression, trying to make it comforting but only managing fear. Tears glistened in his hazel eyes and no amount of blinking would erase them, having to ignore them instead. He put an arm around her, moving his face near the side of her face. “Addie. Relax. What’s wrong?” He asked quietly, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself, wanting to forget all about what he had seen on the screen, his nightmares coming alive. “Remember what I said last night; it’s just me and you, okay? Forget about everything else. Why are you getting emotional?”

i will catch you if you fall

Jake had never been in a position like this; not that he could remember, anyway. When he was growing up, attending a boarding school meant that he was sheltered away from the centre of his father’s hate, and he had been careful to hide any signs of bruising or pain from his peers and teachers when back at home and going to another regular high school. Hiding all of this from people was helped also because he had never seemed like the kind of boy that would be going through something as horrific as this, making up for his sister’s shyness and such by being the…loud one in the area. In class, before and after Lucy had left, he would often be the centre of everything, and he had gotten suspended from school a lot more than he should. He wasn’t easy as a kid, that was for sure, but Owen was too pissed most of the time to even acknowledge the fact that Jacob would be in bed instead of at class, and he would only sober up if he had to attend an appointment with the head teacher because of him. A teacher once said to Owen; “I have thirty students, and one. When he’s good; the whole class is good, and when he’s bad; the whole class is bad.” He had a heart of gold, but he wasn’t really the one to just sit and listen. This is one of the main reasons why he had never been in this place before; no one had ever questioned his life at home, or why he had the odd cut and bruise here and there. He was good at pretending everything was alright, although he felt as if he was on the edge of breaking down right now.

“But she wasn’t alone.” he protested, not trying to snap at Addie but just feeling weird with all the emotions and thoughts running through him. "She wasn't alone though; we had each-other." He couldn't be sure that Addie would be able to pick up on he much he actually meant that statement, but he was not sure about how he would feel If this girl guessed about Lucy and he, knowing she would be disgusted with how he and his legal sister were dating.

Taking a breath to steady himself and make sure his voice was still normal...or, at least, as normal as it could be in a situation such as this one, Jacob let his head move slowly if a regretful nod. "Yeah, that's...that's my dad. Owen Bradford, Lucy Belle Bradford, and Jacob Drew Bradford." The son of Nyx confirmed, letting his gaze flicker from Addie to the screen for a split second, finding his father still standing and speaking. Even though Jacob had switched off the sound, it was obvious that Owen was trying to explain something desperately; his hands shaking and moving animatedly along with the rest of him. Jacob did tear his eyes away though, feeling disgusted with himself for being from the same bloodline. "Owen never killed me though, obviously. Neither did he Lucy. And you're not selfish." He added in barely even a whisper, stopping any tears from running down his cheeks by rubbing his thumb In the corner of his eyes. Jake didn't look away again however, returning Addie's expression and gaze as she stared at him, his own full of fear, anger and pain behind the eyes. "But I already thought he had shot himself. I was sure that..." He trailed off, his messed and mixed memories making it difficult to process the night everything had gone wrong.

Glad for the comfort that Addie met him with, Jacob squeezed her hand lightly as he kept a gentle hold on her, closing his and trying to block everything out for a moment. He and Lucy had played this game when he was younger where one person would close their eyes, and the other would do everything they could try make them blink, laugh, or move at all. It seemed stupid, looking back, but It had kept the two children entertained while their father was out drinking himself dry. "I don't know. I just hadn't hit me yet, I guess. The shock. I'll be crying later, I bet." Jake would be lucky if he made It two minutes without breaking into hysterical sobs. He just didn’t want to do It in front of this girl; unsure how she would take it and react. "Don't put yourself in my shoes; you won't like what you find." he admitted honestly.

Feeling Addie slowly embrace him more with every sentence, the boy couldn't help but notice how the girl was deciding to embrace him more each time, not thinking that this was the best time for them to perhaps start making-out, assuming that's what she had in mind. He kept her hand though, even when she pulled back from him a little. "Yeah, we had those assemblies. Honestly, I never went to them. Me and Lucy went to hide out in a classroom or cupboard or something until it was over. We didn't want to go to them, because Lucy was scared of saying something, and getting us all into trouble." A single tear rolled down his cheek, rubbing it away quickly with the back of his fist.

i will catch you if you fall

Jacob really didn’t like to cry though. No matter what Addie said – no matter how many times she would say it was okay to cry in situations like these and that she could be the only exception to this rule like he was to her – he still was hesitant. “Yeah, but you’re…you’re a girl.” He protested, putting emphasis on the ‘girl’ as if it explained everything. It was quite sexist of him, really, but he didn’t have to time to think it over right now, because was unable to hold them back any longer, the hot tears quickly pouring out of his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. He quickly let go of her hand, burying his face in his own as if it would hide him from anyone else. As if no one would be able to see that Jake was pouring his heart out in the most emotional of ways. He was one of the more sensitive of boys though, and he probably didn’t hold his tears back more than any of the others. The last time he had cried had to be little over a month ago, when he had been, well, stuck in an elevator. However, this elevator had been packed with people, and Jacob was incredibly claustrophobic. You couldn’t blame the man, could you?

The lighting in the room had already been pretty dim, but it seemed to get darker as Jacob persisted to struggle with all his emotions and feelings. To the point where it literally became pitch-black and it took the son of Nyx a minute or two to realise this fact; especially when he saw the same anyway. “Sorry.” He quickly mumbled, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand and sniffling, stopping whatever he was doing and letting the lighting resume to its normal strength. He found it difficult to remember that other people couldn’t adapt to the dark as quickly as he could, and he had to remember to be considerate of others.

The young man leant back into the plush couch, moving closer to Addie again but not putting an arm around her or anything, wiping his clammy palms of the leg of his jeans. He sucked in a deep breath, trying not to lose it again. He let his hazel eyes move across the room, trying to distract himself from anything other than the screen. He needed something else to think about rather than the tv, but it was up pretty loud volume wise and the main source of light for the room. All his could see out of the corner of his vision was the moving of people on the screen, flashes of images and the droning voice of a woman as she explained it all in extreme depth. Was there really any need? All she probably cared about was the money she would get for covering and representing this story, rather than what had happened. This was Jacob’s nightmare, and his ghosts had just come back to haunt him much too early. “That everything will be alright, I guess.” He shrugged, feeling defeated. His didn’t turn his head towards the girl next to him as he said it, keeping his gaze low. More of his siblings hurried across the room and out, perhaps worried that they might be dragged into whatever was going on if they didn’t leave.

Jacob did look over at Addie however when she showed that she had indeed caught on, and a frown pressed across his features out of confusing as he wondered why she hadn’t had a go at him. “What?” he spluttered, not knowing why he was getting angry when she had basically said what he wanted her to say. “No! You’re meant to tell me that it’s disgusting! That I’m disgusting! She was my sister! And we…we…” He jerked his head in another direction, his jaw clenching. His ADHD wasn’t as strong as other camper’s, but it could still have its moments, and right now he was on the edge of screaming and sobbing hysterically.

Glad that their conversation was slowly removing itself from him, even if only for the moment and in the smallest of way, Jacob sniffled again as he looked back over at his…friend? He didn’t even know what to consider her even more. They had kissed, which gave him the impression that they were something more, but none of them had made any attempt to verify what they were. But now she knew all of his dirty little secrets; the stuff he would never have told anyone. They had to affect anyone’s opinion on him, right? She knew about Lucy and he, and he knew about how Carter had sexually abused the girl. Man, they had both had enough of a messed up past to share with everyone else. “Lucy was older than me, so she left school before everything got worse…like, the few months before…” He gulped, his head moving to the television but keeping his eyes fixed on Addie. “And the teachers thought I would be making it all up if I tried to tell them. They’d tell me to stop trying to pull pranks, and take something seriously for once.” The corner of his mouth twisted up into a small smirk, wishing he could have gone through school without having to leave for boarding school, or having to worry about any of other pupils seeing any of the scars he had all over his body. He could get away with most, saying that it was just because of sporting accidents and such, but it had still scared his quite a bit now. They were harder to see nowadays, but the faint pink line on his side leading up to his Hebrew tattoo was still visible, and most definitely the worst.

Nodding quickly, Jacob clambered up from his seat on the couch, turning his back to the tv. “Follow me.” He told her quietly, pulling the waistband of his jeans up slight, but not enough so that his butt was covered. Oh no, he would never do that, because Jacob had some sort of obsession with always having his pants lower so you could see his boxers. Adults would tell him to pull them up, but it was fashion. Plus, his boxers right now were bright pink, and it thought that was pretty cool. He moved forward to the door leading off into the boys area of the cabin, popping his head through the door to find that it was empty. Thank gods. He gestured Addie in, clicking the switch on the wall to turn the light on and moving to sit on his own bed, which was messy and unmade. “This sucks.” He complained, running a hand through his hair and accidentally messing it up due to the layers of sweat that clung to it.

i will catch you if you fall

The son of Nyx wished that he could just dig a hole and bury himself in it. He was done with feeling like crap. He was finished. Everything Jacob had struggled to keep a secret for the past few months had exploded out, and he bet it would be all over camp soon, because they couldn’t be the only ones in all of camp that had decided to watch the TV and stumbled across him. And it wasn’t hard to be able to tell that he was the boy, even though puberty had only really started to kick in upon being here. He dreaded what would happen if everyone knew, and he guessed that they would believe him to be sick in the head, and he would be deemed an outcast. He was good at fitting in with people, and he thought he was currently perceived as yet another normal teenager at camp (well, as normal as a Demigod could get). Why couldn’t he just have had a normal life? With a normal dad that cared about him, and a sister that he didn’t fall in love with, and lacking all this mythology stuff? Life would be so much simpler.

Why was Jake trying to make an enemy of Addie, when she was trying to reassure him that he didn’t think he was a freak? He confused himself at times, and he was doing it now. He dug his short, bitten nails into his palms as his fists clenched again, the biceps in his arms moving beneath the sleeves of his denim shirt, suddenly feeling hot in his own clothes and skin. He watched as Addie turned red, looking down at his Suprah high-tops for a distraction.“So what? We were both abused, so that makes it fine? That makes it fine that we broke the law? That makes it fine that we went against everything that is considered normal and right?” He shut himself up again, looking at Addie again when he felt her place her small hand on his shoulder. He nodded once, his eyes staying low. “Yeah, me too.” He didn’t really know what else he could say in this position. They had already said goodbye too much in the little time they had known each-other, and each time it didn’t change anything.

Jacob pulled his knees close to him despite wearing trainers, knowing that there was no mud on the bottom of them or anything. It would bother him normally, but right now he wasn’t really worrying about there being anything on his bed. He let his forehead fall forward against his knees, closing his eyes and just listening to what Addie had to say. “I know.” He sighed, immediately thinking of what Lucy would say and do if she was here right now. She would probably try and cheer him up, getting him out of the cabin and just…outside. She always seemed to know how to make him feel good. “Alright.”

There was a moment of silence where Jacob didn’t speak or make any attempt of stirring up conversation, looking around the room as he though. The room would normally be dark if he hadn’t turned the light on for Addie’s benefit, the walls covered in pictures and posters besides their beds. He was used to the feeling of all the eyes of Selena Gomez, Megan Fox and other famous women on him, having his own share of posters above his bed, along with pictures from when he was younger; with his friends, and with his just messing around. It didn’t matter. The girls’ room was exactly the same; except their posters were of One Direction, Justin Bieber and shirtless male-models instead. It weirded him out a little; especially when he thought there was a freaky resemblance between Justin Bieber and he, but he just couldn’t seem to put his finger on it.

Letting his legs fall back off the bed again, Jacob fell back against the bed, staring up at the star-covered ceiling. “She could still be alive, you know. They were wrong about me being dead. Maybe they found the wrong girl or something.” He offered, although he highly doubted it himself. He had a funny feeling that he knew she was dead at the start; a tingling at the back of his mind. He raised his head to look at Addie, who had leant back against the wall, showing a slight and pathetic smile. He shuffled over, lying the right way but keeping his legs off the edge of the bed, knowing that there wouldn’t be much room on the single bed if he decided to be selfish and steal all the space. He stretched out his arm besides him for Addie to rest her head on, wanting to be embraced. “Thank you. You’re a great…friend.” he frowned, his uncertainty towards their relationship being shown.

ooc; Lol zan.

i will catch you if you fall

Jacob couldn’t help but wince as he heard how loud and annoyed his blonde friend had become, not knowing why he was making this a fight. There was no need for it, was there? He was meant to be agreeing with what she was saying, not going against it. He head tilted down as he struggled to argue back again, his chin pressing into the bottom of his neck. “I am the bad guy though.” He breathed, saying it to make himself feel bad rather than for Addie to hear. He liked giving himself stick for all his mistakes, and all the things that he sometimes regretted. No, he didn’t regret Lucy. How could he? But he regretted perhaps them actually being together, or even trying to be together. They shouldn’t have; it would have been better if they ignored any feelings they had towards each other and just act like brothers and sisters should. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. I’m a freak...a…a weirdo.” Jake sniffled again, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, not being able to avoid being self-sympathetic. Everyone was at one point, right?

Addie might not be convinced that Lucy was still alive, but Jacob couldn’t let his imagination run away with itself, letting his mind wander again. She could be anywhere right now; it had been months since they’d last seen each-other. She could still be in the little town in Canada, but Jake doubted so; he had always known of her yearning to go traveling around Europe. He smiled at the thought of her sitting before the Eiffel tower, drinking a cup of coffee or something with someone she had been traveling with, not caring if she was with a man or not. If she was alive, Jacob knew that they would both have to move on, and he hoped that she had. He was still young and Lucy would be nearing close to twenty by now; she was alive to have a life too. He liked the idea of her having a boyfriend or something, because he had only ever wanted her to be happy.

Jacob had to admit that he felt warm inside when Addie moved close next to him, feeling the natural urge to reach around and place his hand on her hip. He did so, his right arm going behind his head so he could press his sweaty scalp and hair back against it, closing his eyes immediately so he could be wrapped in his own little cocoon of darkness, which made him feel more comfortable as the light in the room was too bright for him. He heard her repeat what he had said; perhaps listening to if she was trying to mock him for being uncertain. She didn’t seem sure herself, but Jacob didn’t want to wreck everything. She had a pretty twisted life, and so had he, and they had only just met. None of them had mentioned their kiss last night, because there had been more…important things on mind. Well, not important, but drastic. He wondered if he should mention it, but Addie spoke just as his mouth opened, wanting to stall and listening to her instead.

Eyelids snapping open upon the feel of her touch against the jaw of his face, Jacob watched her and tilted closer to her, letting the girl touch his hair. “I know you are. You’re great, Addie, I promise. You don’t have to be here, but you are so…that’s all I can ask for, I guess.” His full pink lips stretched into a smile, his boyishly-pretty features gleaming. He took his hand away from behind his head, letting it move to the side of her face instead, cupping her cheek between his fingers and palm. “Why? Are you going to fight them for me?” He asked with a grin, watching his thumb as it stroked the point beneath her eyelashes. He felt bad for having to bring Addie into this, seeing as it wasn’t her battle to fight, but he couldn’t go back. It wouldn’t be fair on her to push her away, no matter how closed off he wanted to be. He could deny it all to anyone else, but she was different. She was the only friend he had that at least knew and could understand what he had been through. He couldn’t let that go, could he? It would be something he would regret.

Biting his lip, Jake wasn’t sure whether he could take himself up on Addie’s offer, although it would benefit him a lot. He could forget that this ever happened, and would never have to worry that people were whispering about him behind his back. He could return to not having a care in the world, instead of worrying if people were actually lying to his face and really calling him a freak. And even if she couldn’t stop them saying it without him knowing, she might be able to stop them saying it to his face. “But then I would be using you.” He stated, “And I don’t want to do that.” Jake was pretty old-fashioned, all in all. He believed in all the things that most his age didn’t; that marriage mattered, that one-night-stands were very bad, and that it isn’t right to mess with anyone. That’s why he didn’t like this idea, even if the selfish part of his mind was screaming at him to accept to idea. “What would I do for you in return? I won’t let you do it without getting something back.” He watched Addie, a line pressing between his dark brown eyebrows as he frowned, stubborn enough that wouldn’t let her do this out of the kindness of her own heart, no matter how much she argued.

i will catch you if you fall

Jacob snorted when Addie disagreed with him, telling him that he was more like Superman than the bad guy. "Of course I am." He rolled his eyes, his voice sarcastic but not mean. At least the conversation had lightened, which was all he really wanted. Addie must know what it is like to be hating on yourself; he had already realized that she did it way too much. He had spent most of the time in each-other's company trying to tell her that she shouldn't be so negative. Now they seemed to swap roles, smiling at her slightly when she tried to cheer him up by saying she would be able to handle whatever level of weirdness he was on. "Yeah." He mumbled, not really knowing how to fill the gap of silence. He was thankful for her being there for him, he really was, but he just wasn't used to having someone know so much about his past. She knew everything now, even if the presenter on the television had made him sound more like a monster than he actually was.

The son of Nyx understood what she meant; he could only really imagine himself being here right now. It was pretty corny, but that feeling you get when all you want to do is be at home, with a person you really want to hang out with. One of his dream ideas of spending the day was either going out with his friends, and with something musical involved, or just spending the day in bed, chatting to his girlfriend. He guessed this was pretty close to that, except Addie technically wasn't his girlfriend, and he had just been crying. Crying always made everything bad, so he would try as hard as he could to make sure that the conversation turned better than it had been. The conversation could no where but up from here, right? Okay, he had stooped so low that he was quoting Justin Bieber. He really had hit rock-bottom. "I'm sure you will." He also took the same tone of her voice in his own, because he would never ask for someone to hurt another person, and especially over him. He wasn't a fighter by nature, but he would always fight for what he thought was right. He didn't like physical combat, yet mentally fought himself through things. Violence was never the answer. "You're going to sort it all out for me then?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "This is going to go well."

Jacob expected for Addie to come up with her own terms. Maybe suggest something that he could do in return for her. He didn't really know what, seeing as he didn't have any talents that she could really benefit from, but he thought that she would want something along those lines. If anything, he frown deepened when she groaned, wanting to know what she was thinking. Was she going to take back her offer because he would only except it with conditions? Was she going to argue with him and say that she wanted to do it out of the kindness of her own heart. He thought he had a good enough idea of what she was like to decide that she would want something along those lines, so shock played completely across his face when she said she wanted him to kiss her. She seemed serious, but he didn't straight away, wanting to question it first. "What...why?" He got out, thinking that this was a rubbish deal.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, because he really did. It was just that she was offering a lot more than that, and it wouldn't be fair to her if this was all she would get in return. He stopped frowning, letting his hand move along the skin of her cheek before finally letting his own face lower to hers, his eyelids fluttering to a close and kissing her gently. He hadn't really been in a position like this, except with Addie last night, since Lucy, and that had been both awkward and exciting. It was awkward because they could get caught, but that was also the reason why it had been exciting. This just felt safe, and natural. He didn't know whether there was much difference between the feelings, or which felt more...right. Jacob felt his face going hot, his cheek turning quite rosy and pink in colour but he didn't pull away. Well, not for a few seconds, and when he did he didn't really pull away that much. "We're still not even though." He told her, his hazel eyes opening to watch her.

ooc; ew fail post.

i will catch you if you fall

There was nothing Jake could do top also stop a grin appear on his lips, quickly followed by laughter. He leaned back on his bed and away from Addie, watching her as she jumped off from next to him in order to turn off the light. His pupils dilated, able to see just as easy as he had before, but feeling much more comforted by the dim lighting in the room. “No, we are not.” He confirmed, lifting his head up to run his hands and fingers through his hair, trying to tidy and stick it up. It annoyed him when it was a mess, for some reason. His hair was the only thing about his that he was actually concerned about keeping right, and after the emotional rollercoaster that had been the past hour, it looked like a hedgehog had died on his head or something. “Yeah, I am.” He confirmed, honestly wanting to just let his eyelids drop and fall back against his soft pillow. “Why? Are you tired?” he asked, not really sure where this question came from. Did he look tired? Probably; he always looked tired. He stayed p late into the early hours of the morning, didn’t he? And he had to attend camp exercises most days; he never got much sleep. That’s why he didn’t really get out of bed on days without early morning activates.

Rolling into his stomach and burying his face into the fabric of his duvet, Jake barely heard that Addie was talking to him, confused at first. He twisted his torso around to look at her, practically jumping up when he found her hyperventilating against the wall. He looked flustered, stuck on the spot as he tried to figure out what was wrong, his arms flailing in the arm before realising that she was talking about what was on the TV screen, not really sure that he wanted to know what was on it at first. Then he allowed his head to peak around the door, ignoring his siblings that had already started to crowd around the screen. At first, he didn’t know who the man on the screen was, but his hands instantly curled into fists upon the realisation that he was trying to decrease his father’s sentence. Granted, he technically wasn’t dead, but the man deserved to rot in jail for all the year he took away from Jake. He cussed loudly, some of his brothers and sisters turning to see him standing in the doorway but closing it on them, knowing that Addie was probably going to have a breakdown if she was forced to listen to more, but he caught enough of what Carter was saying before sealing the doorway.

Not knowing what to do, even though he had just been in this position a moment before, Jacob remained on his feet looking down at the girl, not sure whether he was meant to sit next to her and hug her or what. It hit much too close to home. He had had to spend countless nights trying to comfort Lucy and this is what she used to do. It really was a stab to the heart; watching her like this. He also didn’t comment on him being called Jake, seeing as most people forgot he didn’t like it after about an hour of knowing him, so Addie had done well lasting this long. “Your dad?” He frowned deeply, eventually kneeling down on the carpet before her, trying to meet her eyes. “It’s okay, alright? He’s…he’s sick.” He growled, his hands turning to fists once more. Jake hated him even more knowing that he was standing up for his dad, but acting like nothing had ever happened with Addie and that it was all her fault.