Jacobi is quiet, the weight of the wolf against him keeping him somewhat grounded. But he can't shake it. He can't shake that anger he feels burrowed deep in his chest, constricting each breath. The flippancy of his reaction would be enough on his own, but he can't even go to Tim.
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Date: 2022-04-28 02:02 am (UTC)He sniffs.
"I'm going to bed," he says eventually.