From the way he saw it, reality didn't differ all that much from a fantasy. Half the time living in this world felt more like fantasy than it did any reality. After all, how many normal people went home and just talked about how many others they killed during the night? Or who they were planning on going after next? Jakob had thought about leaving the mafia once or twice, but honestly knew it was impossible. He felt like he had no other redeemable skills. Not to mention he didn't want some lame a** nine to five, dealing with a bunch of pansy know-it-all's all day long. He'd go insane. Or worse, commit another felony.
Jakob was used to staying in his head most of the time. He hardly ever worked with others nor did he interact much with the people he lived with. They weren't his friends nor was he one of theirs. Kieran was probably one of the few in this world that he had chosen to spend this much time with. In all honesty, he did not want Kieran to leave. But he wouldn't force him to stay either if that was his choice. He continued to nibble on his muffin as he noticed the man soon finish beside him. Jakob did his best not to stare, though found it rather hard as Kieran then began to move on the bed.
He felt him slip behind him as his arms came around his waist and his chin rested on his shoulder. Jakob tore off another piece of the muffin and popped it into his mouth. Kieran's soft, deep voice beside him was oddly relaxing. He chewed his food slowly as he pondered the question. "Death mostly. But also you." he replied honestly. He chewed a few bites more before swallowing the muffin. Jakob reached forward and set the muffin back on the tray with his plate. He then sat back, enjoying the weight of the man pressed against him.
