[Tugging Algric to the couch they were at earlier, a much worse memory having played his mind just a few hours ago. But this? Sad, still... A problem for him, being alone. But easier.
Once Algric's seated he holds up his good hand before resting it on the back of Algric's head and pulls him in close, forehead to forehead. Tells him about the house, but more than that, Algric sees it and feels it. Jon having had no idea how he got there. Waking up and knowing he walked in at some point, to this big, dusty old house. When did he sit down? He must have been walking for some time to need to take a load off. He was always running around before, nonstop, wasn't he? It feels like that may've been the case. Jon sat in silence for a long time, days, before speaking again. That the chairs are really uncomfortable. Why did he buy these? No, he must not have, he would've been much more careful with what he bought. Confused about whether this is his house or not, but then if he's alone, why would he have such a big house. Gran died a few years ago, she wouldn't have left him the house. No, this isn't his. Then why is he here? Before he trails off into silence again.
It's miserable, really. Until a click. And Jon greeting it like an old friend. Hello! It's nostalgic, reminding him of simpler days. He worked somewhere that he had to use one of these, the statements were so weird. Where was that? Well. It isn't here, wherever it was.
But the cycle of greeting the recorder and trailing off continues a few times.
It's not until the fifth cycle that he thinks about who he must have worked with. Surely he had coworkers? He remembered meeting them all the first day he worked in his new position didn't he? But he can't remember their names. They're all dead, aren't they. He killed them. All of them. Except... The, the one with the dog. He was so frustrated that day, really, a dog in the archives on his first day. But it had softened, hadn't it? That person had cared about him, hadn't he? Why can't he remember his name? He never could remember the names of people who helped him. No, he'd... Jon didn't kill him, he was... searching for him. Wasn't he?
A face, he had a face.
Jon gasping when he remembers ...Martin. Martin, Martin. Blackwood. Yes. Yes! Jon was searching for Martin, he may be just outside this house even. He can hear the water splashing against the shore lazily. That was why he'd come here, to search again.
Jonah's eyes are closed, tears soaking his cheeks. He takes in a trembling breath and strokes Algric's cheek with his thumb.]
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Date: 2020-09-29 02:53 am (UTC)[Tugging Algric to the couch they were at earlier, a much worse memory having played his mind just a few hours ago. But this? Sad, still... A problem for him, being alone. But easier.
Once Algric's seated he holds up his good hand before resting it on the back of Algric's head and pulls him in close, forehead to forehead. Tells him about the house, but more than that, Algric sees it and feels it. Jon having had no idea how he got there. Waking up and knowing he walked in at some point, to this big, dusty old house. When did he sit down? He must have been walking for some time to need to take a load off. He was always running around before, nonstop, wasn't he? It feels like that may've been the case. Jon sat in silence for a long time, days, before speaking again. That the chairs are really uncomfortable. Why did he buy these? No, he must not have, he would've been much more careful with what he bought. Confused about whether this is his house or not, but then if he's alone, why would he have such a big house. Gran died a few years ago, she wouldn't have left him the house. No, this isn't his. Then why is he here? Before he trails off into silence again.
It's miserable, really. Until a click. And Jon greeting it like an old friend. Hello! It's nostalgic, reminding him of simpler days. He worked somewhere that he had to use one of these, the statements were so weird. Where was that? Well. It isn't here, wherever it was.
But the cycle of greeting the recorder and trailing off continues a few times.
It's not until the fifth cycle that he thinks about who he must have worked with. Surely he had coworkers? He remembered meeting them all the first day he worked in his new position didn't he? But he can't remember their names. They're all dead, aren't they. He killed them. All of them. Except... The, the one with the dog. He was so frustrated that day, really, a dog in the archives on his first day. But it had softened, hadn't it? That person had cared about him, hadn't he? Why can't he remember his name? He never could remember the names of people who helped him. No, he'd... Jon didn't kill him, he was... searching for him. Wasn't he?
A face, he had a face.
Jon gasping when he remembers ...Martin. Martin, Martin. Blackwood. Yes. Yes! Jon was searching for Martin, he may be just outside this house even. He can hear the water splashing against the shore lazily. That was why he'd come here, to search again.
Jonah's eyes are closed, tears soaking his cheeks. He takes in a trembling breath and strokes Algric's cheek with his thumb.]