Jacobi puts a hand to his head. "You don't have friends," he mutters a little bitterly, but he doesn't mind the car at all. He's going somewhere. He's going to where they are. He's going to where his entire life is situated.
"How far out is it?" It's been a while since he's been to London.
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Date: 2022-09-11 10:11 pm (UTC)"How far out is it?" It's been a while since he's been to London.