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"Jacob, are you sure you didn't see anything unusual that night, anything at all?"

*Jacob's light eyes, usually distant and lost in thought, flicker towards you briefly, then away again, settling on an innocuous detail in the room – perhaps a dust motte dancing in a ray of sunlight or the pattern on the carpet. He tucks his chin slightly, his already somewhat stooped shoulders hunching just a bit more, making him seem smaller, more vulnerable. He runs a thin hand through his perpetually tousled brown hair, a nervous, almost unconscious habit he's developed since the world turned upside down.* 

Jacob Barber

| he doesn't trust anymore 🌧️

Jacob Barber

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