[ He taps two fingers to his chin, the curve to his mouth quiet (whatever it is, it's okay). Jakob's seen girls like her before (loved, too; no, loves) and maybe she doesn't look at him but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out, the weight of something pressing down hard enough to crack. If Jakob's honest with himself — and he tries to be, almost every day — it makes him sad. Maybe for the wrong reasons, but still sad. ]
Yeah, [ he says eventually, his smile kind. ] I have those days too.
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Yeah, [ he says eventually, his smile kind. ] I have those days too.