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[eyediot]

sad bad end s5 jon and tim on a monster road trip



[Algric had given the trio a fair warning of what was happening. Not the specific details of what he was coming from, but he was from a little further along Algric's timeline, and came through Hilltop Road. Never pleasant, but he's here now. IT took a few days of settling, readjusting, and putting some firm self-imposed boundaries on himself before Jon felt comfortable enough to see the others.

After a few minutes of surprise and staring, Jon ends up sitting alone with Tim for a few minutes; the others having some things to take care of themselves. He sits there, fiddling a bit with his fingers, trying not to be self conscious. He can't do anything about the myriad of different, newer scars, nor about his black sclera or so many other things about himself now.

But god... Tim. Alive and not shouting at him right this second. How novel.]

Tim... I.. [Where does he even start.]

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[eyediot]

...Bad visit?

[Just. Genuinely asking. He's trying not to Know anything since he wasn't asked to go.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes. Not sure what I expected but ...

[ He comes to sit down next to Jonah. ]

I'm not going back.

[eyediot]

[Jonah watches him, one finger running along his lip thoughtfully.]

... Martin neither, then. I'm sorry.

[curriculum_fictae]

If - if he wants. But.

[ A deep breath. ]

It won't be pleasant for him. She'll say the same nasty things about Jon, probably.

[eyediot]

[His eyes dart to Algric at that, curiosity underneath the faint red ring of his irises. He wants to know.]

May be best he doesn't if that's the case.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He knows you do, Jonah. He ... hesitates. Would it feed you if he told? Would it help? ]

I think you're right.

[ He looks down at his fingers, wringing them a bit. ]

[eyediot]

[It would, but it's not dire. Not right now.

Jonah looks at him, then carefully leans forward to take his hand.]


What do you need?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He takes it, gladly, his expression softening. He loves Jon - all Jons, really - but he's so desperately grateful for Jonah's compassion here. Different from Jon's, equally needed. ]

Hold me for a little while? Don't - don't judge me? O-or take anything as judgment on you, either.

[eyediot]

Of course.

[He stands, tugging Algric's hand gently. Just. To get out of here and his stack of statements and somewhere better for that.]

That's something I can easily do, not even a question.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh, Jon. He can't resist that. In fact Jon gets a faint smile as he tugs Margin along. ]

I - I know. But I wanted to be specific? You know, try to be more open about. About what I want.

[eyediot]

[Oh, he brightens at that.]

That-- That's good! In the spirit of that: bed or sofa?

[curriculum_fictae]

Um - bed, I think? Little more private. I mean, Jon already knows, but maybe we can prevent Tim or Martin from walking in.

[eyediot]

Oh.

[Oh. Algric is-- Okay. Right. Sure. He would need to get it out, he supposes.

Jon nods and walks them that direction, keeping his voice low.]

Must have been really bad, then. I'm sorry.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Thanks, Jonah. Algric leans in a bit as he walks. ]

It - it was just - she always uses anything she can against me, but especially my dating life. Or lack thereof.

[eyediot]

That's...

[No. No comment yet. He closes the door to Tim's room, unfortunately claimed by the two of them for the time being (or until Tim kicks them out, whichever comes first). Gets settled and pulls Algric to him.]

I'm sorry.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric sits, then, and leans his head against Jonah's. ]

It's not your fault. I've heard nearly every iteration already, anyway.

[eyediot]

[With that, he gets his scrawny Archivist arms around Algric and holds him close.]

That doesn't mean it's any easier to keep hearing it.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric turns his face into Jonah's shoulder, the tears already starting to spring up. ]

I-I know. I know, I ... it hurts every time. And she's never quite wrong, which is why it hurts so much. She was right about that girl who was just dating me for a bet. A-and Tobias Fisher.

[eyediot]

[He shifts so Algric can turn easier, not having to twist so much.]

A.. A bet.

[Christ. He'd made girls cry, but...]

From what I heard, Tobias Fisher wasn't even worth a second thought.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Look. Algric's romantic history is misery all the way down. ]

He really wasn't. But I - I told her anyway, afterwards. Because who else was going to listen to me?

[eyediot]

[He starts to say Rosie probably would have, but. Rosie was also probably on friendlier terms with Tobias than Malgric. He rests his head against Algric's proper, fingers trailing circles against his arm.]

...Might not be so bad the Flesh took him.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Rosie sure was. Algric just ... lets a few stray tears fall. ]

Mm, well. That's more or less my thought.

[ He knows it's terrible, and yet. ]

Hasn't been taken here yet, though. Likely still gallivanting about and being a prick.

[eyediot]

[He takes a slow breath, keeping up the gentle motion.]

...I could change that, if you want? [He smirks.] Give-- Give him the worst nightmares.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric's eyes go wide for a moment. ]

I - well - I mean -

[ He wants that so badly. And he hates himself a little for it. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon squeezes Algric gently, turning his face to chuckle into his curls.]

Just-- Make him feel sad and a little empty every time he's finished?