"Well we can't talk on the street!" Jacob wanted to swear at Wilhelm for saying it wasn't time, but it didn't seem to matter now. Now his brother was with him.
He finally reached his apartment and let the both of them in. It was decorated a little like an opium den and covered in books pretty much everywhere. Once he didn't have a hold of his brother any more, he took a second to run his fingers through his hair.
"I have been...so alone," he admitted, because hiding things from Wilhelm was pointless. "That's why I was looking. Did you get away from academia to avoid me?"