Jake stumbled into his penthouse and almost fell down with exhaust. He was still dressed in his fancy clothes from the meeting and stripped them off vulgarly and tossed them about. He took the time to put on shorts, but not a shirt before collapsing on the couch. He put his hands to his temples and stayed there with his eyes closed for a moment, lost in reflection. Daylight would come soon, and Jake knew he had only minutes before the natural cycle of his body took him under. He was not hungry. He was not bored. He was only broken down. He'd lost and potentially gained everything all in one short night.
He rose from the couch and headed towards Sam's room. His first thought was only to check if she was home, but then he felt himself entering her bedchamber. She was sleeping, although Jake admitted it didn't look peaceful. He sat for a minute or two, debating if she needed to be woken up and told what had transpired. On the one hand, nothing he could tell her tonight would change that nothing could be done till next duck. On the other hand, when they rose they needed to act fast, and Sam being in the know would be a huge asset. There was a more selfish reason as well. Jake needed to talk, and the only person he trusted lately was his progeny.
He shook her lightly, saying soft words such as "Sam wake up please," and "I need to speak with you." He would keep this type of behavior going until Sam was awake and alert.
