Jacob Murphy

“A good cuddle sounds good to me.” He replies while finishing off his drink and setting it on the table. Turning back around he cuddles up against Jacob. “Maybe we can dream of something interesting.” 

Jacob nodded in agreement, his eyes already drifting shut as he wrapped his arms around the other boy. “It sounds like a good plan to me. Goodnight, Curls.” He mumbled, letting out a quiet yawn as he nuzzled his face into Curly’s hair.

Curly just raises a brow, “I don’t know that is a good question, clearly that is something we need to figure out don’t you think?” 

Jacob nodded, placing down his empty tea cup before laying down properly and holding his arms out for the other boy. “We’ve got all the time in the world for that, so for now, how about a good cuddle?”

“Maybe we should fix that then.” He replies while taking a sip of his drink. 

“How exactly does one fix that?” Jacob asked with an amused smile, cocking his eyebrow and taking a sip of his own tea.

“Oh no, Slightly wasn’t looking for him, but if all goes well, he will be. Curly will need to keep Slightly out of trouble on the down low. It’s all part of the plan.” 

Jacob shook his head, sighing. “Alright, just remember what I told you. If you need anything, we’re always here for you.”

“Mid-life crisis? Oh gosh we can’t be that old just yet.” Curly lets out a small laugh at the thought. “Oh I am definitely not ready for that at all actually.” 

Jacob nodded in agreement, grinning into his cup. “That’s what I mean. I feel like I’ve not been alive long enough to feel like life’s not as exciting anymore. I think it’s problematic.”

“Thanks.” Dylan offered a small smile of thanks. “I should get going there is still much to do before the grand finale. Do you know if Curly is still close friends with Slightly?” 

Jacob shook his head as he stood up, sliding the first aid kit back into its compartment. “I’m not honestly sure so I think you’d have to ask him. Why, is Slightly looking for him?”

“Maybe it’s because Dylan is all grown up and Ombra has finally left us both alone.” He replies nonchalantly as he takes a drink from his cup. “I’m not complaining though. I don’t like when it messed with us. It’s rather nice it’s not picking on us for a change.”

“That’s true, but doesn’t it seem like some of the excitement of everyday life is gone now though? I’m not sure why, but it feels like I’m hitting my middle age crisis even though I’m perpetually young forever.” Jacob explained with a laugh, taking another sip of tea.

“Yeah I know I will don’t worry dad. I have darkness on my side…I mean I have my conscience on my side.” Dylan tried to cover up his slip hoping Jacob never caught it. 

Jacob looked at Dylan with a puzzled gaze, easily having caught onto the boy’s mistake. However, if he wanted to listen to his advice he gave to Curly, he had to wait for his son to ask him for help. That was why he just finished patching up Dylan before closing the first aid kit. “There, that should at least keep you from bleeding all over your clothes for a little while.”

“That is true.” Curly strips himself of his shirt before throwing it to the ground as he hopped into bed and then grabbed both of the mugs and gave Jacob one. 

Jacob smiled gratefully as he took his mug, holding it between both of his hands and up to his lips. “Thanks, love.” He took a sip of his tea before letting out a quiet hum, closing his eyes. “Why do I feel like the old person of the island lately?”

“Once I make him remember everything he did to me….he will be the one chasing me don’t worry dad. I will make him pay for everything that he had done to me.”

Jacob cringed at Dylan’s words, sighing as he taped on the bandaging. “Just... Be safe, yeah? Don’t lose yourself trying to win back one guy.”

“I think everything takes time don’t you think?” He asks while smiling before putting the cups down on the side of the table. 

“Sure, but I guess that’s the upside of time not existing here. We’ve got all the time in the world plus some.” He grinned, not bothering to get any more dressed before climbing into bed and scooting over to give Curly room.

“Really? I don’t think I will. It takes forever to brush in the morning to be honest.” 

Jacob shrugged, leading them the rest of the way into the bedroom. “It’s kind of become a part of who you are and I’ve never been the best with adapting to changes, however small. It’ll just take some adjusting.”

“Yeah, he and the boy want me gone. Although if my plan to get Sam back doesn’t work that would just be the next best thing.” He mumbles before nodding his head, “I suppose it is worth a try.” 

Jacob finished cleaning Dylan’s face with the rag before picking up the bandaging, starting to cover all the open wounds. “That sounds incredibly wrong. I still think you’re above Sam, that he’s the one who should be chasing you.”

“Sorry about the hair. I was thinking about cutting it soon.” He replies with a smile. “I miss having it short.” 

Jacob frowned as he tugged lightly at the end of Curly’s hair, shaking his head. “I’m not sure how I feel about that. I think I’m going to miss the jungle.”

“If I take any painkillers they might just turn into those nice little pills that bring Matt around. I mean given he hasn’t done anything bad recently. Actually he has taken a liking to one of the lost boys around here, not like I have a say in that.” 

Jacob shook his head, sighing. “I don’t think they’d be the same. However, I don’t think it’s worth chancing it, especially if Matt really has grown fond of someone. That just gives him more incentive to wreck havoc. How about an herbal remedy, something more natural?”

“I think that sounds like a good idea.” He replies while walking over and grabbing their mugs before gesturing for Jacob to lead the way. “I already changed the bed and everything so it’s all nice for cuddles.” 

Jacob nodded with a smile at the idea, leading the way up to the bedroom. “Perfect. It’s been a while since we’ve had a good cuddle, yeah? Miss having your annoyingly long hair suffocating me when I try to nuzzle up into you.”

“Can’t say that I am surprised though…it’s Captain Hook. I wouldn’t expect any less. Besides I am not a kid anymore.” Dylan replies while sitting down. “I still feel like shit if that is an acceptable response otherwise I feel like poo.” 

“Yeah, but Hook hasn’t been too bad lately. I mean, until he came out of his hibernation. And maybe don’t use that word around Curly. I like to think I’m the cool dad in some aspects,” Jacob mumbled with an apologetic smile, dipping the cloth into the warm water before lifting it to dab at the marks on Dylan’s face. “Would you like a painkiller or something to take the edge off?”