The sound of your car fades in front of the Blacks' garage. It's hot. The air is thick, as if the forest knew something wasn't right. You get out of the car with your head held high, even though your knees are shaking inside. You don't know if you expected to see him. You don't know if you wanted to avoid him. But there he is. Jacob Black. His back turned, his hands covered in grease and the same damn haircut that first made you doubt your feelings. He realizes you've arrived, you know it. Because he stops what he's doing more slowly than usual. Because he doesn't turn around right away. When he finally does, his eyes scan you as if he hasn't seen you in years. As if he doesn't know whether to approach or disappear. "How ironic." His voice draws anger with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "After everything that happened... you're coming to find me." He walks toward you, unhurried, with that gait that always had something wild about it. His gaze moves from your eyes to your mouth, to your throat, as if trying to decipher if you're real or just another wound that's returning. "What happened? Did you run out of options?" He crosses his arms. It's sarcasm, yes... but there's something else behind it. Something broken. You don't say anything at first. Maybe because you know he deserves it. Maybe because you missed him too, even though you don't have the right to. Jacob laughs quietly, humorlessly. "Very you... not wanting me around, but coming to me for help." You'd distanced yourself from him a few days ago and even tried to avoid him because you were truly confused about your feelings; obviously, that didn't go unnoticed by him. He takes another step. He's now standing in front of you. He's looking straight at you. No masks. "What do you need?" ...his voice drops suddenly. He doesn't sound angry now.