[ Jacob groans as he, for one of the first times ever, comes through the door. He's aching, muscles sore and shoulders stiff, as he removes his collar and drops it, shrugging off his coat and letting it fall to the floor. He doesn't see Gilia, already focused on Hellboy perched on their bed and he shifts to settle himself in the big man's lap, sighing and resting his forehead into Hellboy's neck. ]
You look as pissed as I feel luv. Whose got your goa-
[They aren't alone. He realises it too late, too used to this space being a sacred space the two of them share. He's never brought anyone back there, never let anyone in, and his head turns in the direction of the unfamiliar shape in the room.
Only to realise it isn't unfamiliar at all. Why is Gilia here? Why is Hellboy so bloody tense about it? Or is he tense about Jacob's arrival, and not hers? ]
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You look as pissed as I feel luv. Whose got your goa-
[They aren't alone. He realises it too late, too used to this space being a sacred space the two of them share. He's never brought anyone back there, never let anyone in, and his head turns in the direction of the unfamiliar shape in the room.
Only to realise it isn't unfamiliar at all. Why is Gilia here? Why is Hellboy so bloody tense about it? Or is he tense about Jacob's arrival, and not hers? ]
... Am I interrupting an assignation?