"Yeah," Jacob agreed. He was looking down at his hands now, frowning thoughtfully. There was so much about this that didn't make sense, but the longer he was in Abel's presence, the more familiar the man across from him felt. It was like a tip of the tongue sensation, frustrating and utterly unhelpful when it came down to specifics. He wanted to trust Abel despite common sense telling him otherwise. Glancing back up, he asked, "Weren't you going to go call your daughter?"

It would be easier trying to wind down if Abel wasn't around. Jacob had always processed things more coherently when alone for as long as he could remember. That wasn't going to change just because he had met his long lost identical twin, right?