The plane pulled in midday. The London sky was oddly clear and a bit sunny. Troye was already awake and hanging out on the other side of the plane, watching Jacob soundlessly.
Jacob sat up, a blanket he didn't remember putting there fell to the floor. Troye smiled at him from the spinning chair.
"Hey. Good afternoon. You looked chilly so I wrapped you like a burrito in a blanket."
Jacob's stomach rumbled as Troye talked on about burritos. Jacob pulled out his phone.
"I'll call Wanda. She'll prepare us something so it's ready by the time we drive home."
Troye nodded unsure of how his life worked. Would there be a servant or worker or maid at every turn. How would Troye find the bathroom?
Jacob spoke on the phone gently with a tinge of excitement in his voice as he clarified there would be a second person joining him at the table.
Troye smiled at him as they left the jet as one unit. Troye taking his place under Jacob's arm. It was starting to feel more like a routine, more acceptable to be under his arm.
"I've never been to an estate."
Jacob pulled him in closer as their ears popped and they walked into the airport, the weather varying towards the colder edge of the spectrum.
"You'll love it. Now west wing or east wing?"
Troye pushed himself in closer as Jacob moved them gracefully through the crowd and into the parking lot outside, to a black car that looked like the one in Paris.
"Where do you sleep?"
Jacob opened the door for Troye and watched as he carefully slid inside. Situating himself in the furthest seat, leaving room for Jacob beside him.
"The west wing."
Jacob smiled buckling his own seat belts. Robert who flew with them on the jet in a separate place from him and Troye winked at him as he pulled the car off into the road.
"You'll like the garden view room. It's beautiful in the morning."
Troye leaned back in his seat the short ride to Jacob's estate leaving little to dwindle in his imagination.
"It sounds beautiful."
Jacob smiled looking at Troye. He wanted to be that cheesy character in his favorite novels, his next words being you're beautiful. He kept his thoughts to himself though. Hiding them under his tongue for later.
"Elf roams in the morning. You can see him sometimes from our rooms."
Troye sat up a bit straighter looking Jacob with a new gleam of interest in his eyes.
"When will I get to meet Elf?"
Jacob chuckled as they exited the parkway and merged into his town.
"After lunch. We can't meet him on an empty stomach."
Troye was busy looking out of the window with his mouth slightly open familiar houses passed quickly by. Houses smaller than his but still quite large could be seen through the small windows the rows of trees made.
"Jacob. These houses."
Jacob smiled as they turned left, coming face to face with a gate labelled Bixenman. Robert gave his name and his business to whoever was working the booth that day.
He smiled at Troye who looked over Robert's shoulder, trying to get even a small glimpse of Jacob's home.
The road leading up to the estate itself was beautifully lined with trees. The shadows passed over Troye face. Falling over his cheeks and disappearing down his neck.
