[Jon listens quietly while Algric unloads all this. He had asked for it, hadn't he? These bits and pieces of Algric - Martin's - hopes for some future and how he's fitting what he has in front if him neatly into little slots that fit and discarding what doesn't. Of course it hurts Jon. But it's one of those things he's dealt with on his own since he found the words for what he is and how to explain it to people he'd expressed interest in - some left abruptly, some stuck around hoping he'd change his mind, and others tried to make it work anyway but. Well, his own shitty personality ruined it plenty on its own.
By the time Algric finishes, his eyes are glassy. Both hands brought to clasp in front of his mouth.]
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By the time Algric finishes, his eyes are glassy. Both hands brought to clasp in front of his mouth.]
I'm sorry.