Telegraphs and telephones? Sure. He makes a vague, grunting sound of recognition at it, watching curiously as Jacob types. Telephones definitely don't work like that.
Whatever.
When Jacob suddenly looks up again, he raises an eyebrow questioningly. Same gang?
For a moment, he swears his heart stops beating.
It has to be Charles.
"Yeah. We were."
His mouth feels a little dry, so he goes ahead and takes another mouthful of whatever drink this is.
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Whatever.
When Jacob suddenly looks up again, he raises an eyebrow questioningly. Same gang?
For a moment, he swears his heart stops beating.
It has to be Charles.
"Yeah. We were."
His mouth feels a little dry, so he goes ahead and takes another mouthful of whatever drink this is.