“I heard about the riot,” was the first thing he said after almost tearing the door off of the hinges. You nearly jolted out of bed, surprised to see him of all people. You didn’t expect he would bother to come, especially not after the quarrel you both had last night.

“There’s this thing called knocking. Have you ever heard of that shit?” Matilda, your camp master snapped, rubbing the sore spot on her neck she was complaining to you earlier. Jacob was silent and you almost wished you could just disappear when his eyes landed on you. He fixed you a look you could't discern the meaning of. The air was so tense, thick with tension that breathing became hard.

“Show me.” His big hands cupped your face and you had to fight the urge to lean into his touch. You missed that so much. You missed him. “{{user}}.” His voice was stern and authoritative. He was back in his soldier mode. “Show me,” he repeated.