"All of my life, some authority figure or another whined about me being too much of a handful," Jacob said aloud as he approached the drunk Welshman. "Jacob, we cannot turn our backs on you for even a moment. Jacob, can you please behave yourself. Jacob, your mother is looking down on you from heaven, honor her memory and don't make her weep over your bad behavior. And yet as often as I liked to upset them I don't think I've had to be pulled out of a pub as many times as you have in the last few weeks, Kenway." He clapped a hand on one of the older man's shoulders, "I'm not going to lecture you, but it is last call, you old pirate. After that you're going to rest and sober up."
Maybe he should have been a little more careful about touching him, especially after what he'd said over the network. He'd hoped that Edward was just a silly drunk, or that he'd meant something other than what he was implying. More than that, he hoped that this hadn't come about because Edward had noticed anything about him or how he might have been acting around him. Things seemed different enough that they were unlikely to get arrested just because Edward had made a joke but the thought still left Jacob uneasy. Uneasy enough for him to try to pretend that he didn't notice the innuendo, though it wasn't really innuendo when Edward had been so plain about it. When all else failed Jacob always had denial.