The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

14

Jacob's been thoroughly invested in criminal investigations since his mother passed away. It started as a search to find out what had happened to her. He'd spent a good chunk of his childhood trying to solve the unsolvable. A dead body left in the middle of a forest, neck snapped with unidentifiable DNA on the victim. This search eventually turned into an obsession even after he'd gotten his answers. He could never turn his mind off from what was happening in a case. One slip up, one missed fact could end up with yet another person dying. He'd stay up for nights on end staring down at case files, images of victims, lab reports. Anything he could get his hands on that pertained to the case, he'd look at it just to prevent the next body from dropping on his watch. Nothing could pry him away from an open case, even if it completely ran cold. He thought that was true. He thought he'd always be that way, that he'd never know peace. Yet, here he was making Edward spaghetti for lunch. 

He places a little into a bowl, knowing that Edward didn't have much an appetite because of his medicine. He grabs a glass and gets him some water before he's turning around to limp up the stairs. Seth standing in the door almost scares the shit of out of him. He's covered in dirt, probably after trying to sneakily check the edges of the forest without being spotted by patrol cars. He looks exhausted, but his eyes are shining as he looks pass Jacob.

"You two gonna share that tiny bowl or?" He asks, eyes on the steaming pot that was still sitting on the stove. 

"Knock yourself out, Doofus." Jacob says with a sigh before turning to make his way upstairs. He can hear Seth scraping the pot before he can even get to the top.

"Food. Eat." He says to Edward who is blinking blearily at his own lab reports.

He watches as Edward takes one bite and then sits it over in Jacob's lap.

"We can share it." 

Jacob stares down at was basically a handful of spaghetti before moving it over to the nightstand. While Jacob finally felt this sense of peace, Edward, even though he could barely keep his eyes open, looked as determined as Jacob's ever seen him. Granted, he's never really seen the man work besides when he pops up on holding a disembodied leg. 

"I don't understand why exactly someone would do any of this." Edward admits as he looks at the autopsy photos again.

Jacob could understand the man's confusion. Murderers tended not to make any logical sense.

"These people are monsters. You'd have to be one to understand it." Jacob responds, deciding that he should probably help. He'd slept weird. Not having Edward pressed up behind him had really thrown him off so he'd re-agitated his ribs. Jacob's about to curl up next to him with a random file when he realizes that Edward has frozen in place, eyes elsewhere. 

Jacob's not even sure what's happened, but he can feel the mood change as Edward all but curls in on himself emotionally. He looks distant. Jacob thinks maybe he saw something in the file he was reading. 

"Hey." He calls over gently before waving a hand in front of his eyes.

Edward eventually glances over at him, face falling back into it's natural, neutral state, but for some reason, Jacob knows better. He watches Edward try to shake off whatever it was and turn back to the file, but Jacob can tell that he isn't really reading it.

Edward's admittedly thrown off by the term. He'd heard it plenty over the years when describing vampires, but he doesn't expect it from Jacob. He almost forgets that he's lying to the man's face. Not disclosing the information is almost bad as outright conjuring up a story. Jacob doesn't know who or what he really is. Though, it snaps him back into reality. It feels like he's been hit squarely in the face by the descriptor. He feels like an intruder sitting here in the man's bed.