The next morning Jacob woke up before Troye and showered, scrubbing his skin harshly and getting everything off of his body, every hair and every piece of dead skin being stripped from him as he prepared for the funeral.
Troye woke up halfway through his shower and walked in to brush his teeth, the sink water going off, almost startling Jacob.
"Hey Tro."
He could hear Troye spit and move to dry off his hands and mouth before he spoke to him.
"Good morning Jacob, do you need anything?"
Jacob hummed lightly as he rinsed the conditioner from his hair, running his finger through it and getting all the knots out.
"Could you just lay out our suits for today and then when I'm done the bathroom is all yours."
He could hear the door open before Troye spoke to him quickly.
"Okay, I'm going to go eat something really quickly so take your time."
Jacob hummed back at Troye and Troye moved out of the bathroom leaving Jacob to his thoughts as he moved towards the closet.
The suits were cleaned and dried and pressed by his personal staff and they smelt of vanilla and cleanser and Troye adored it. He picked up Jacob's and laid it on the foot of the bed so when Jacob came out he could put it on. Troye grabbed his favorite shoes that he just got polished out next to his. Troye noticed the dog tag with Troye's name on it was out and on display.
Was Jacob really going to wear that? His name in his beating chest as they stood side by side at the funeral, Troye smiling softly as Jacob introduced him to all of his mother's friends as his friend probably not his boyfriend.
Troye shrugged it off and felt his own dog tag hit against his chest as he pushed off of the bed lightly and made his way downstairs.
Wanda wasn't cooking today, no one was working today the house seemed to grow in size and triple in freakiness. It sent a shiver down Troye's spine, the emptiness of it all was haunting, he didn't understand how Jacob dealt with it.
He grabbed a slice of bread and put it in the toaster as Jacob's grandmothers heels could be heard approaching the kitchen. She opened the door quickly moving inside, hands pressed to her chest, catching her breath.
She smiled when she saw Troye standing and staring at the toaster, glad to see a familiar face among the quiet.
"Hello Troye, the house is quite creepy today isn't it?"
Troye hummed as his toast popped up from the toaster and he put it on a plate spreading butter on it.
"Yes, it is. It's very lifeless I don't know how Jacob does it."
He pulled an apple out of the fridge and started to wash it off as she spoke to Troye in a hushed tone.
"He has you now and if my eavesdropping skills are what they used to be than he's quite certain that you are all he needs."
Troye noticed a hint of jealousy on her tongue as he chewed on his toast, the crinkle filling the room.
"He needs you too, he just needs you in a very different way than he needs me. You're his family, the last of it he seems to have and he's holding onto you very tightly."
She smiled and cut her apple up into slices, putting them in a bowl and looked at Troye with one hand on the door.
"He has a very funny way of showing it."
She pushed the door open and left Troye there with his half eaten toast and his thoughts. He took another bite and thought about Jacob and his grandmother, their relationship hanging on by a thread. She was trying to connect with him but all her past neglect seemed to stand in the way. He was sure the charity announcement helped. He remembered the way Jacob's eyes lit up when he heard the theme. He saw the way he looked at his grandmother when she stated it was time she learned how to accept it, he looked at her with love for the first time since Troye arrived.
