"Yeah, my grandpa had a heart attack. He got it under control and the nurse called for help." They had let the nurse go not a few hours after. She had been asleep on the couch downstairs while his grandfather had been calling for up upstairs. Now Roslin and his family had moved in to take proper care of him. Roslin looked over the thin boy. No.. he had to be older. He could see it now. Roslin's own bone structure hadn't quite struck out yet and this boy had all the fine edges filled out. He was... pretty. Handsome. Pretty handsome. Yeah... And just pretty. But he was standing like he was hiding. "My grandpa is a nice guy. He should be coming back in about a week. But that's really nice of you to walk so far to see him. Feels like living in Narnia out here. You basically have to walk to China to get anywhere." The more Roslin spoke about it the more he realized; Jakob had been doing a lot of work to visit his grandfather. And with what incentive? From what they had found in the house his grandfather wasn't bribing the kid to stay around and Jakob said stories. Roslin knew those stories. His grandfather had told him any tale he had wanted as a child. The man's office had become a library decades ago and Roslin wouldn't be surprised if his grandpa had memorized every book. As a child every night would come with a bedtime story fit for the best of kings. It had been something incredibly special considering how limited his childhood had been. Having the stories to listen to while being stuck in bed all day had helped considerably.<br/><br/>"Do you want to come in?" Roslin asked. He stuck the spoon down in the peanut butter and pulled out a large glob. "We can get you a spoon too. And we can watch TV. It's really cold out here." He held the spoon up to his lips and licked a bit of the peanut butter off for demonstration. "See, it's really good by itself. Or you can have a sandwich. My mom and dad are going to be gone for like, ever. And maybe we can call the hospital and talk to granddad. I bet he'd get a kick out of us meeting each other." At the thought of having a friend with him Roslin's mood lightened considerably. The creaky old house felt too empty and chilled now. Knowing that someone else might come stay for a little was exciting to him. And someone as handsome as the boy under the tree... that was just perks. But he looked cold, the way he was standing so shyly out in the wind. Roslin felt his bare toes getting cold on the porch and he used it as an excuse to look down and hide how much he was blushing. "If you come inside we could be friends and spend the day together. Maybe my parents would give you a ride back to your house. It wouldn't be as far as the town so I'm sure they wouldn't care." he was really hoping the boy would come inside.