Jacob frankly felt bad for waking the sleeping Lewis up earlier.

He himself knew all too well how it felt being so tired one could fall asleep in their seats, and frankly, he was a bit on the edge of doing so himself, as the gentle rocking and slight thumping of the carriage swayed him around. Perhaps a little bit more than usual, due to how his head was feeling, and how said feeling seemed to intensify as time went by.

Roth had taken to the opposite side of him, arms resting on his thighs, and leaned slightly forward. Perhaps it was a habit of his, and no matter what the reason were, Jacob paid little attention to it, as his head was turned slightly to the side, staring out of the carriage to his best extent, watching the dim lights pass them by, and felt the lights almost being a way of keeping him awake, or more... There.

Jacob let out a heavy, slow sigh, and scratched his cheeks in his rather dreamlike state.

"Jacob, my dear."

... It was kind of amusing how slow the assassin over him to react to being called.

"Roth?"

"Your drink is about to spill out of your hand, dear."

Oh- right. The drinks.

Roth had apparently figured that the bottle beside Lewis needed to be emptied just as they were leaving out of the door to the Music Hall, and grabbed along a pair of glasses, and poured it as they had settled into the carriage.

Feeling like his head were swimming in syrup, Jacob turned to face Roth properly, before holding up the glass in his general directions.

"Cheers."

Roth chuckled as their glasses met in a sharp cling, a amused smile forming across his lips. It seemed he had managed to get the brute assassin quite so drunk.

"Cheers, darling."

Though, there was something about Jacob that proved he was not all that drunk as he seemed to be. His speech, first of all, was not slurred. It was clear as the mid-day sun, and his eyes... Tired, yet aware. Clearly there was something else brewing up in the Assassins' head.

Jacob didn't know, though. All he knew was that the feeling was somehow familiar, it had occurred several times as he had found himself in Roth's company. And perhaps after a cold night of drinking, two situations that aligned just perfectly with his current one. But this time, it was more intense, more familiar, and more... Intoxicating, if he were to try to explain it further.

Jacob's eyes went from his glass, to Roth's, then to the man himself.

Roth's eyes met Jacob's, the eyes seeming almost questioning as they met. Jacob kept the eye contact for a moment, which actually felt like minutes, before Roth snapped him out of it by speaking;

"You have been acting quite so weird tonight, darling." He uttered, Jacob taking a little while to take in the words. For a brief moment there, he figured that Roth's words were maybe all that he heard that exact moment.

"I'm not too sure." Jacob quite so suddenly found little reason to ponder how to keep it professional, and tossed away that way of thinking. And it was something he didn't even realize himself.

"It's an oddly comfortable feeling I've had for a while. I think I don't even want to try to explain it..."

Roth raised an eyebrow, taking a special notice of the word "comfortable".

"Then I won't force you. Some things just can't be explained after all, and that is what is fun with it!" He replied, feeling like he was trying to teach Jacob said words for a moment, but... He figured it would not be remembered by tomorrow morning, so it would do little harm. As well, what would he be if he could not teach a fellow a few things?

It was still raining, and somehow, it made the carrige ride seem a little bit more special to Jacob. It created this ambience that felt alike the feeling he had in his head, and now, when he thought about it, in his whole body.

However, Jacob nodded as a reply, finding himself gazing into Roth's eyes again, then over him. It must had been a lowkey awkward experience for Roth, perhaps, but Jacob didn't give a damn.

Neither did Roth, in fact. The sight of Jacob, the way he was acting, it felt somehow very cozy. He would explain it from things he had seen in a play, and how it would make him feel.

A romantic night, a dim lit setting where the leads would sit close, man and woman would gaze silently into each others eyes...

Even though it was a sappy though, it was not too bad, he had to say. After all, a person is not only one thing. One had to remember that, after all.

Though, it wasn't easy for Jacob to remember that right just saw Roth, he just felt what he felt, and soon, he watched a hand go to his shoulder, Roth leaning towards him. Jacob watched him do so, and frankly, found himself unable to think for a moment.

Roth was moving without thinking, and it wasn't any reason as to why he shouldn't. Why not just let things go as they seemed to be supposed to?

However, soon the two found themselves literally headbutting rather hard.

The carriage had come to a stop, a rather harsh one, but it was to be expected by the driver. It had happened a few times, and until now, it had proven to be fine.

"We have arrived, sir."

Short and direct in his speech, like always. That bloody bastard.

It was exactly what Jacob thought as he held his forehead, licking away some blood coming from his nose.

Roth, held his forehead as well, but it seemed his nose had been fine. Perhaps it was because of his seating, or perhaps Jacob's body was heavier than his. That, he wouldn't think about for long, though. Soon, he had pulled up a handkerchief from his pocket, one he found himself rarely using normally, and put it into the Assassins' free hand.

"Come along now, Jacob. I believe we need to look at that nose properly."

Jacob cursed under his breath, first now starting to process what had happened. And frankly, he felt like his pride had been dented perhaps as well as his forehead.

But somehow, as Roth opened up the door and Jacob could see more of him, he found a oddly placed relief that the man was alright. Or, at least, faring better than Jacob himself.

Lewis was standing by the door to a rather grand looking building, which Jacob took notice of as he stepped out. Such that he leaned his head back, and fell into a coughing fit due to the blood flowing into the back of his throat, which were never a comfortable feeling.

Roth hit the Assassins' back lightly, and shepherded him to the door, using said hand, keeping it there as he walked together with the man. It felt like Roth was in a slight hurry, and considering the alcohol was staining their trousers, there was a bit of a hurry. But Jacob had yet to notice it, due to already being slightly wet.

"Will you be requiring my business inside, sir?"

"No, Lewis, you may go home." Roth said, as he walked with Jacob into the building, whom was watching Lewis take his leave simply by borrowing an umbrella from it's casket, and wandering off under the dim streetlights.

Leaving Jacob alone with Roth for the night.