Jacob barely stirred at Abel's rearrangement, either too deeply asleep or knowing exactly who was trying to get him somewhere more restful. Considering how his chin tilted up when Abel checked his clock like it was a well-worn instinct, it was probably the latter. After Abel was done, Jacob merely sighed in his sleep and shifted into something more comfortable to rest. Whatever apprehension and confusion Jacob had about their relationship or how it would survive into the present day, his subconscious clearly felt comfortable picking up where they had left off all those years ago.

Perhaps because he could now acknowledge Abel's presence, or maybe it was just that he was still so thoroughly exhausted, Jacob slept through the rest of the afternoon with nary a twitch. Nightmares would surely come later, but not while he was so close to his brother and safe from further harm while recovering.

Unfortunately, the sudden and loud noise startled him unceremoniously out of sleep. He took in a large breath and scrambled into a sitting position, eyes wide and frightened as his gaze darted about to place himself in location and time. When he saw Abel at the door with someone outside, heard the berating, Jacob instinctively pushed himself back against the headboard and remained as still as possible to hide himself from the scene. Judging by the use of Cerberus and sir respectively, it wasn't too hard to figure out who they were to each other.

Now he just had to figure out how easy it would be to pretend he never woke up and eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation.