#ft. jacob

Her anxiety is at an all-time high. First Theo, now Toby. Her siblings' best friends. Charlotte can barely think straight anymore, her thoughts consumed with how Jake and Sarah are feeling and doing. If they've been eating well, if they've been sleeping well. If they need anything. If she can do anything to help. Granted, she'd break herself in half if that meant she could help them. So much has happened in a span of a few days, and it's overwhelming to keep up with, so emotionally and physically draining. She's come out of the kitchen with a glass of water, sitting next to Jacob. "Here. You should drink," she says softly, handing him the glass before she sits down next to him, wrapping an arm around him and leaning her head against his. She doesn't know what to say, but she's desperate to take whatever negative emotions he's feeling away, lessen the pain and the hurt and the grief. Charlotte's not great with words, she never was. But she was good at being here, being present for the people she loved, an unfaltering love and loyalty to those who were dear to her heart. And at the end of the day, it was important for her to know that her siblings can lean on her, that if they need someone, they have her.

aslan: you okay man? aslan: your sisters??

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“Okay, so whatever dessert you get is on me. We can forget about being healthy for today. I’m pretty sure they have new things on display... or maybe it’s not new and I just never saw it before.” Because she’s not big on desserts—for health and fitness reasons and whatnot. Jake’s been doing his utmost best being there for Kat that he deserves to have someone look after him for a bit. He hopes he’s been taking care of himself too and not neglecting himself.

Charlotte impatiently waits for her brother in the prison visiting area. What's taking those cops so long to bring him? She looks around the area, and it's so grim and ugly, and the prison cell is most likely even worse. It makes her sick to her stomach that her brother's spending his days here, when he should be back at home with his friends and family. She's scared and anxious, but it takes every ounce of energy she has left to keep to maintain a composed front (as composed as she can be in a situation like this), because she doesn't want Jake to worry about her. After all, he's the one in jail. She's worried about him. When her brother walks in, her mind immediately goes to his own health: has he been sleeping? Has he been eating? How's he spending his days? But she's not going to bombard him with worried questions. She misses him. She looks at him, her expression soft and sad. Despite the unfair and cruel situation, it feels good to be able to see her brother. What do you even say in a situation like this? "It's a dumb question, I know, but I have to ask... how are you doing?"

“Is school still in session?” Aslan wonders, finishing another set of sit ups. “I’d think they’d give the kids like a week off to honor the memory of our good man, Rhys.” Plus, maybe parents don’t want their kids leaving the house when no one knows where Rhys’s remains are.

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