... Everything around Jacob felt so warm and comfortable... And it was a feeling he was very unfamiliar with, one that almost seemed alien so right now, he was truly enjoying every second.

Although a headache seemed to creep up right behind his ear and move itself to other parts of his head, Jacob couldn't give a damn. At least until it got unbearable, which it would most certainly get.

It took a little while, but he eventually moved his arm up to his eyes, in order to shield the sharp light coming from the window. Trying to remember with his eyes closed would only make him fall right back to sleep. It would be kind of bad, as he had no idea where he had ended up.

... He was visiting Roth for some drinks, after he had fallen into a rough path with his sister. Well, more rough than usual. He didn't want to go back to the train, and... He was wet. Somehow.

And he wasn't wet anymore.

So where did those clothes go off to...?

Groaning in the most pathetic of ways, that Jacob felt were justified right now, he moved his arm from his head, and took a gander around, not even bothering to move his head. He spotted his pants, and most else he owned and used to have on his person in a mess on the floor.

...

Jacob moved his head to the side, a troubled look on his face. Seeing as there was no one but him in the bed, he felt somehow relieved, knowing that nothing along those kinds of lines had happened after things became hazy...

Though, as he had moved his head, he noticed that something warm had crept up to his cheeks, and... He was wearing a robe. Who's robe? It wasn't his...!

All the thoughts that suddenly flowed into his head got Jacob to finally sit up, although he did not want to. He looked around, trying to recognize the room to his best extent, and failed miserably.

Feeling a sense of dread, and wanting to question whoever gave him the robe, as Jacob knew he wasn't the type to steal things, he finally got back on his feet, and stumbled over to the mess of clothing and weapons. His head felt like it was within a storm. Sometimes carried by the wind in a floaty way, and other times thrown about violently. He had never felt this way before, and it was more alarming.

Finally dressed, though in a rather clumsy and disoriented way with a few buttons here and there unbuttoned, he headed to the door, and almost toppled over as he opened it up. It was lighter than he expected, and first now he started to figure he was having a rough time walking straight.

What met him was another unfamiliar location, and a pair of stairs. By this time of the morning any upstanding Brit would have their morning tea, so downstairs to the kitchen he went off to. And, indeed, as he entered the kitchen, leaning against the doorway, he spotted a clad, robed Roth, sitting in a relaxed manner, and looking towards Jacob with a smile growing larger.

"Darling! Slept well, I presume?"

Jacob stood silent and stared blankly at Roth for a good minute. It frankly looked funny.

Roth watched Jacob stand there, and noticed something off about the face of the man. Perhaps he was just embarassed? No matter.

Deciding to break the silence that Jacob had a hard time getting out of, Roth stood up, walked over to Jacob, grabbed the loosely buttoned collar, and kissed him.

Although he knew it was risky, considering Jacob would most certainly have slept off the liquor, Roth just couldn't help himself. He wanted to, so he would do it, no matter what would follow.

Jacob stared blankly at Roth still, and the redness in his face grew. He looked shocked by now.

"R-Roth!? What!? What am I doing here!?" A cough followed as he spoke, but most likely was because of the fact Jacob's throat was parched, almost stone dry.

Oh- knowing he could tell Jacob anything and he would believe it felt all too good to be true. But how could one do that now when he looked so perplexed, and lost? It just wouldn't be fair.

"You came for a visit for a few drinks, and a few turned out to be too many, my dear. You were also very insistent to not go back to your train, so therefore I let you borrow some lodgings for the night."

Well, Jacob remembered he didn't want to go home, but right now, he had little control of what swirled around in his head. A quick nod, while staring wide-eyed on the man followed Roth's answer, and he looked down to the hand still gripping his collar.

"W-what was that, Roth?"

"What; The kiss? I'd say it is a good morning kiss, darling."

"Why!?" He looked confused, overly confused. And even more lost than he wanted to admit.

"To wish you a good morning!"

"I'd say it is usually on the cheek! If a-!"

Jacob was silenced by another kiss, this time really taking him off guard. He was surprised, to say the least, and somehow didn't find it within him to push Roth away. He was frozen. Like he didn't know if it felt right or wrong.

Finally moving away, Roth watched Jacob, with a content look on his face.

"Now is not the time for questions, darling. I believe you need something refreshing."

Stunned at the sheer courage Roth had, kissing a man like that, and mostly confused as to why his lips felt like they were missing something, he blinked, deciding to just... Not ask anymore.

"Some water would be grand... And perhaps some bread."

"Then take a seat and you will be served!"

Indeed Jacob was served, Roth joining the man. Having taken a seat right over him at the dinner table wasn't intentional, but... No matter. The water he was served felt like medicine for his throat, and it showed on the whole man that it seemed to certainly help. Roth, however, found himself sipping his tea while watching the life outside of the window.

"Oh- do know, darling, we will have company in a short while." Roth took a gander to his pocketwatch, which lay on the table beside him. "Hm- be it 5-8 minutes."

"Company? This early in the morning?"

"Yes. Lewis will be coming to work, as a first, and as well, dropping off a newspaper. I suppose we can take a gander in said paper to see if we can find something to fill this day with?"

... Well, Jacob knew very well it wouldn't be wise to go to the train yet, so after he ripped some bread and ate it, he nodded.

"What do you think Starrick has set up for us today? A factory to be shut down, no matter what means, another train for the taking?"

"Perhaps cargo!" Jacob answered right after he swallowed, so his voice sounded choked. It got even worse once the knocking of the doorway scared him, and he took an unfortunate sharp inhale. It left him in a coughing fit.

Trying to help, Roth hit Jacob's back hard, and looked towards the doorway.

There stood Lewis, in his usual splendor.

"Your newspaper and carriage, sir."

"Perfect timing, Lewis! We are very ready to head out!"

Jacob lifted his hand as he leaned over, telling it as it was. He needed a little moment.

Nodding, Roth patted his back hard, and took placed his cup down on the table. "I will be right back, darling. Take your time."

Jacob nodded, hitting his chest a few times as he managed to regain his breath. As he looked up and pulled his hair back, he did feel more flushed than he would like to admit. Though, the stoic Lewis paid no mind, and was skimming over the headlines, like it used to be a normal thing.

Taking some sharp breathes, Jacob finally steadied himself, and gulped down the last of his water, as well as eating the last of the bread. Just as he finished, Roth came walking down the stairways hurriedly, and this gave Jacob the cue he needed. He got up, and met Roth in the door after Lewis had gone out before them, now climbing up in the carriage.

"We'll plan as he drive, dear!"