[skipping stones at the beach]

Fox: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Jacob: Take that fucking ocean!

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal.

The ticking of a clock.

The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room.

All was drowned by its silence.

But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

Just a friendly reminder that Nerron the bastard is a mommas boy.

All three mirrorword books with spayed (painted) edges.

Dear God,

when I asked if my life could get any worse, that was a rhetorical question and not a challenge.

- Jacob, probably

Holy quaternaty.

Fox: You are loosing a lot of blood! Quick, whats your type?

Jacob: brave, intelligent, red-headed, shape shifter -

Fox: I meant blood type.

Jacob:Oh

Jacob, looks at wound:Red.

[Fox and Jacob at the beach]

Fox: You remind me of the ocean.

Jacob: Yeah, true. Because I’m salty and I scare people off.

Fox:

Fox: Damn it, Jacob!

Will as a child: Jake I can’t sleep. I’m afraid of Frankenstein.

Jacob: I think you mean Frankensteins monster. Frankenstein was the doctor.

Jacob: Although, admittedly I am more afraid of Frankenstein than his monster. I personally find unethical and irresponsible medical practice far more terrifying than any physical being and so should you.

Will:

Jacob: That would go against my moral compass.

Fox: Oh, c'mon! Your moral compass is a roulette wheel.

Friendly reminder that Fox and Jacob haven’t said “I love you” to each other jet.

And we all know that it will take a horrible situation for them to say it.