When Wil walked back into the room, Jacob felt like he could breathe again. "No, no," Jacob's hand flailed out to push the food away. It had been five days since he had eaten anything; he didn't feel hunger any more, and what pain he might have felt was being dulled by opium. At least physically.
"Wil," Jacob gritted his brother's name, almost desperately, tears threatening to fall. "Kiss me. I need to feel your lips on my skin, please." Jacob wasn't with it enough to realise that he stunk of smoke, alcohol and sweat, and it was hardly alluring to demand kisses in his current state. Not that this was about allure anyway. "I'm nothing without you," he whispered