There was an eye roll at Abel answering his own question, then Jacob nodded a bit and did his best not to shrug the hand off. After he watched Abel go in his creepy, definitely-a-dead-person way, Jacob stood experimentally. He wasn't about to collapse, thankfully, and wasn't about to become sick from eating so quickly. Speaking of the food... he glanced aside to the plates on the table, starting to stack and arrange them as necessary to get them out of the way. It was busywork, but now that Abel had told him to go to sleep, he wanted to see if he could last against the rising tide of tiredness.

Jacob went around the room, getting the blinds and all the lights except one near to the bed and sat down on top of it with crossed legs. It was to give himself room to think, that was all. That blackout had him worried. If he concentrated, he could pick out where exactly it happened, the spot where Abel was getting mad and then when there was a sudden nothing, but there was no indication of what had triggered it. Jacob had been through worse than someone yelling in his face. There was something... there...

By the time Jacob realized he had settled on his side and stretched out halfway on the bed, he was already closing his eyes. His thoughts would have to wait for later, once he was clearer of mind. If Abel was going to be so stubborn about things, then at the least he would probably wake Jacob up if those bastards came back for him. It was on that comforting thought that he finally drifted off.