[Jon only hesitates when the waitress comes around. He watches Algric another moment before turning his attention to her, ordering tea for them both, and a couple of pastries. She nods, doesn't feel like questioning the amount for one man, before heading inside.
Jon sighs shakily, rubbing at his own hands. He's nervous. This whole thing has him nervous, from the hunger and being overwhelmed by the fear there, to the deeply personal hurts it brought up.]
That was... it. Yes. [He laughs one mirthless, broken chuckle.] I guess we all had to be a little broken to work in Archives.
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Jon sighs shakily, rubbing at his own hands. He's nervous. This whole thing has him nervous, from the hunger and being overwhelmed by the fear there, to the deeply personal hurts it brought up.]
That was... it. Yes. [He laughs one mirthless, broken chuckle.] I guess we all had to be a little broken to work in Archives.