#* juliana

"I'll be out in a minute." The knock at the bathroom door was the second to come in the last half an hour. Jake hadn't quite managed to pull himself together in the early hours of the morning after they'd pulled the car from the lake. The lifeless bodies of Stella and Atticus turned his blood colder than he'd ever felt it. Two people who trusted him; two people he'd promised to do good by. Splashing water over his face did nothing to draw him out, but there was no real stopping the fact that he had to show up for the people still alive on this fucking island. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jake flicked the lock and stepped out into the hall, "Sorry, I didn't realize what the time was... I didn't wake you, did I?"

It was late. It was always late, with the state of the island currently, it couldn't really be helped. As such, he closed the door behind him with a quiet click and took off his shoes - if only to keep his footsteps somewhat silent as he moved through Juliana's home. Finding her in the kitchen, illuminated by the glow of her phone. "What're you still doing up?" He whispers, slipping into a place in front of her that he didn't really know if he belonged in, "Did she wake you up?"