It's much more intimate than the house where Jacob is. There hadn't been time to work on it as siblings, and since Evie has disappeared, Jacob has spent all of his time searching for signs of her and Connor rather than settling in.

Now it makes him think about the truth that many are making this place into a home, and all he might have felt for this place had grown cold as the trail to find Evie had.

Listening, the turn of the conversation taking his attention as he toys with his soup with his spoon, but find himself more playing than eating. His own thoughts getting a bit away from him, shaking his head as he reaches up, pushing the back of hood until it pools against his shoulders.

"Unless you're talking a cultural issue," Jacob begins, considering his words more than he often does, trying to keep his tones even and watching his words more than he might often do. More than most have ever known of him. "I'm not sure I understand why that is a problem. Even if he's not entirely who you've known, or that he's gone when you return... You're here now."

For now. For as long as it lasts. Bitter thoughts tainting the others confusing thoughts he's been having and at least clear his head of those things.