Ugh! [ Jacob doesn't hesitate to mimic her expression, but it's only for a split second before he's laughing at her again.
Sometimes, he knows that he's an escape for her. But it's not in the same way that Bella had treated him at one point, so he's more all right with it. He knows things from both of the Hale siblings, enough to piece together that life had been rough and things had once been better, nearly a decade ago. Derek doesn't talk to him as much as Cora does, at least not in the same way, but he can tell that he's slowly easing up on that refined wall that both of them keep up around themselves. It's a lot higher than Cora's, and harder to infiltrate, but sometimes he'll catch Derek sitting on his phone and just texting somebody, and he's barely known him for very long but he finds it to be the most surreal image. So he figures someone's made their way in, somehow, and he focuses on weakening and climbing the one that the younger sister has set up.
And maybe she's a bit of an escape for him, too, but really all he wants is to get that amusement out to the surface. From what little he knows, what little she'll tell him that dips into darker memories, he thinks she deserves a bit of happiness. Even if she's laughing at him doing dumb things, like narrating every little thing she does or making fun of her scowling faces or getting her to join him in poking fun of people (even if they can hear them at their lowest whisper, and will wind up glaring at them). If anything, he just likes to hear her laugh.
Pursing his lips in response to the pillow bapping him in the arm, he reaches out to snag an opposite corner of it from hers. ] Maybe I'm giving you that peace and quiet you keep asking me to give you. What about that, huh?
LET'S GO CLIFF-DIVING THEN. ❤
Sometimes, he knows that he's an escape for her. But it's not in the same way that Bella had treated him at one point, so he's more all right with it. He knows things from both of the Hale siblings, enough to piece together that life had been rough and things had once been better, nearly a decade ago. Derek doesn't talk to him as much as Cora does, at least not in the same way, but he can tell that he's slowly easing up on that refined wall that both of them keep up around themselves. It's a lot higher than Cora's, and harder to infiltrate, but sometimes he'll catch Derek sitting on his phone and just texting somebody, and he's barely known him for very long but he finds it to be the most surreal image. So he figures someone's made their way in, somehow, and he focuses on weakening and climbing the one that the younger sister has set up.
And maybe she's a bit of an escape for him, too, but really all he wants is to get that amusement out to the surface. From what little he knows, what little she'll tell him that dips into darker memories, he thinks she deserves a bit of happiness. Even if she's laughing at him doing dumb things, like narrating every little thing she does or making fun of her scowling faces or getting her to join him in poking fun of people (even if they can hear them at their lowest whisper, and will wind up glaring at them). If anything, he just likes to hear her laugh.
Pursing his lips in response to the pillow bapping him in the arm, he reaches out to snag an opposite corner of it from hers. ] Maybe I'm giving you that peace and quiet you keep asking me to give you. What about that, huh?