[He can act like he doesn't appreciate it all he wants, but Jacob's grinning like he knows otherwise. Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe it's just the sight of Ned Wynert, the crime lord of all the London boroughs, wrapped in something twice his size.] Try not to chew me out too hard.
[The river current wasn't harsh, but it was high. No amount of careful steering and horse comforting was going to prevent cold water from spraying over the side at them, and the rocks didn't made it all but a bumpy ride. The horse didn't seem to care much for anything besides getting out, lugging a wheel over a particularly high one that had Jacob colliding with Ned.
His chest wasn't the worst place to be mashed against, but it's uncomfortable and wet for the both of them.] Shit, sorry--!
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[The river current wasn't harsh, but it was high. No amount of careful steering and horse comforting was going to prevent cold water from spraying over the side at them, and the rocks didn't made it all but a bumpy ride. The horse didn't seem to care much for anything besides getting out, lugging a wheel over a particularly high one that had Jacob colliding with Ned.
His chest wasn't the worst place to be mashed against, but it's uncomfortable and wet for the both of them.] Shit, sorry--!