Roslin scraped the peanut butter off of the spoon with his teeth, enjoying the taste of it while Jakob approached him slowly. He took small steps and his voice seemed to be wavering a little. Roslin thought it was a wonder that he could even stand up. He felt a little worried for Jakob, wondering if maybe he wasn't feeling very well. The dark blush on his cheeks gave Roslin an idea. Jakob was just exactly that shy. It was ... cute. Roslin smiled up at him kindly, a bit of peanut butter smeared on his lip.  "We'll have fun, yeah. And you can call him grandpa. You aren't stealing him from me." Roslin stuck his tongue out, making a funny face. "I know you aren't trying to steal him from me. And... um... I can teach you to use the phone."<br/><br/>Roslin turned and led Jakob inside the house, holding the door for him. Once they were both inside he closed and locked it, the wind picking up a little bit. He shivered, hands closing tight around the spoon and the jar of peanut butter. His fingers were cold and it hurt just a little bit to hold on with such a strong grip. With a hint of an ache he set down the spoon and jar and cupped his hands to his lips, blowing into them to warm them. He smeared the peanut butter on his lip without meaning to and corrected it by wiping it on the sleeve of his jacket. It was a gross and childish thing to do but he didn't care very much. He did feel a little embarassed that Jakob had seen him. At the thought of his visitor he turned and looked over Jakob.<br/><br/>"Do you want some bread for the peanut butter?" Roslin asked. What he wanted to ask is how on earth Jakob could stand to go without a jacket. Even though they were inside where it was warm, Roslin still felt chilled. He watched Jakob standing there. /He helped me to not feel all alone/ Jakob had said. Did the blonde boy live by himself? He wasn't old enough to have moved out from his parent's house yet and who would move out of their parent's house just to live in the boonies? Wouldn't Jakob have gone off to college? And who didn't know how to use a phone... Well he did say that he didn't like to go into town. Maybe he didn't like technology. Maybe he was one of those people that didn't like to rely on machines for everything? Maybe he didn't have money for things like that. Roslin felt self conscious at that last thought. If Jakob didn' have very much money, it was terrible for him to be acting like he had. Roslin had been less than enthusiastic about moving out to this house. But here was a seemingly lonely, incredibly shy boy that he had met. That was a good enough thing and he was now reminded that he had a house and food(even if it was a jar of peanut butter) and he was acting like a brat. His face flushed with embarassment. "Do you want to watch a movie? We could do that. Or read. We could go sit in grandpa's study if you'd like. There's a little firepla-no wait, mom and dad would kill me if I started a fire myself. But we do have a space heater." Roslin wanted to get some sort of heat on Jakob. He was going to get so sick and then what would his parents say if they came home to a strange kid with a cold in their house?