"Charles?" Jacob took the bread thankfully, and if he wasn't so hungover he would have shoveled it in. Instead, he nibbled at it, because the last thing he wanted to do was vomit when he was starving. "Ah. Yes, I do," Jacob nodded, and he sat up a little straighter. "He's going to have a baby and he's terrified," Jacob explained. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he told Wil everything. "He brought over curry and I told him about-" Jacob squeezed his eyes shut and he sighed. "I told him about being a father, as if I'm not the worst fucking father ever."