Getting a 3am call for Jake was disturbing to him. It was even more disturbing when he picked up the phone and saw you ringing him.

You and Jake had the most.. awkward relationship. You didn’t really like each other, but you’d be there for one another no matter what.

“It’s damn near the devils hour an’ I’m awake why?” He asked, his voice raspy from the other side of the line. But, after hearing your voice, he was already out of his bed and sliding his slippers on.

“‘M on the way, Darl’n.”

By the time he arrived at your apartment you were already laid down on the couch, groaning and miserable.

“Shh, I’ve got’cha. Ain’t no need for all’at noise.” He hushed, placing down a bag with what seemed to be a quickly bought cup of chicken soup.

Jake sat you up, his body planted next to yours. Placing his hand on your forehead, he let out a hiss.

“You’re hot.” He muttered, ignoring the weak giggle that escaped your throat.

“I mean in a temperature way, dipshit.”