that one time travel psl

[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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[curriculum_fictae]

... Yes, Jon.

[eyediot]

Hm.

[He lifts Algric's hand to kiss his knuckles while they walk.]

I suppose it's good you know how to find me, then.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ His flush deepens at that. ]

Y-yes. Ironically, you won't ever be alone now. Because I'll always find you.

[eyediot]

It's a nice feeling. Knowing that.

[Jonah smiles warmly up at him before getting the door, holding it open for him.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric heads in then, giving Jonah a bit of a lovestruck look. ]

I - look. I know - I know what you did was terrible? But no one's ever done that for me before.

[eyediot]

Stood up for you? Or ruined someone's sex life for the rest of their life for you?

[He'll just. Busy himself closing and locking up as quietly as he can. Tim's probably a lot more awake than the other pair and he doesn't want to answer questions from him just now.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes. Both of those.

[ Algric is quick to go back to their bedroom once the front door is secure. ]

[eyediot]

[Jonah blinks once at Algric going so fast. Swallows and steps after him, stopping just once outside the guest bedroom for a second, then following after Algric. He gets the door closed and his jacket off while he talks.]

I guess thank you for not-- Not being immediately angry? That I did that.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric sits on the bed with an odd tension, hands loosely clasped in his lap. Taking in deep breaths. ]

N-no, I. Ah. I'm - trying to think of a way to - um. Thank you? Better?

[eyediot]

Thank me?

[Jonah looks over his shoulder at him, confused until he gets it. Ah.

His expression turns apologetic and a little guilty. He comes to stand next to Algric, just. Watching him before leaning in to kiss his temple, holds him there.]

You don't have to thank me. Not for... something that horrible.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric looks up at him, a longing look in his eyes. ]

It was horrible. But - I really - I want to do something for you, Jonah. Please?

[ He flushes even more deeply, somehow. ]

I know you don't - don't want to - you know, but. Is there. Anything other than kissing that you like...?

[eyediot]

[Jonah takes a deep breath and sits heavily next to him. He doesn't want to hurt Algric's feelings, not here. He hasn't... been in this position in ages; he wracks his brain trying to think. Hands, maybe? That's- it's almost like taking care of himself? But no, he's.. He'll still have to work himself mentally up for that. He rests his chin on his hands, elbows on his knees and glances at the wall, then at Algric.]

...Massage?

[At least get him used to being touched.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric startles at that, then smiles warmly. It wasn't what he was thinking of at all? And yet. ]

That's perfect, Jon.

[eyediot]

[Oh thank god. Jonah visibly relaxes at that reaction and scrubs a hand down his face. Leans over to kiss Algric's cheek before getting up to start peeling his overshirt off.]

I haven't, um. Had one? Ever, so...

[curriculum_fictae]

[ It was definitely the right response. Though Algric puts a hand over Jonah's. ]

W-well I've never given one, but. I think I can do it. Let me help with your shirt--?

[eyediot]

I-- [Shit. 'I can get it' is not the response here. He's got to get used to this again.]

All right. I-it's just buttons. Is all.

[curriculum_fictae]

I-I know. But. I want to.

[ He leans down to gently undo all those buttons. ]

[eyediot]

All right...

[He's quiet, resting hands on Algric's arms while he does that. Underneath the button down is just a white tee and definitely more worm scars than Algric probably remembers. (He'd kept them covered as soon as CDC was finished with him in quarantine, kept as many covered as he could. No one wanted to see something so disgusting, such a horrible reminder of that day.)]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. Oh god. As soon as Algric sees that, he does indeed suck in a horrified breath. ]

I - I hadn't realised it had. It had been so bad.

[eyediot]

...Mm. I think Tim had it worse.

[He moves to cup Algric's cheeks and just... Hold him like that, eyes his own burned hand for just a second.]

There's- There's more worse, I.. We don't have to do any of this.

[Distortion Michael's mark in one shoulder, Melanie's scalpel in the other. He can't exactly keep the neck hidden as well, but somehow without a shirt collar buttoned up around it, it feels more on display.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric falls silent for a moment, taking in all of that. What a horrific map to Jonah's trauma this is. He knows some, but can only imagine the rest ...

He swallows thickly. ]

No. I want to see everything, Jon.

[eyediot]

[Jonah watches his expression, gauging. Then leans up to kiss his cheek.]

All right.

[All he can do is warn and prepare before he gets the undershirt off. He has no idea about the myriad of small scratch scars from his time in the Buried, or how actually misshapen some of the scarring is on his hand from having to dig a grave while it was still healing.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He might get an inkling when Algric looks at him with deep concern in his eyes. He just ... stares at Jon for a moment, reaching out to touch a few of those scratch scars. ]

Where - where are these from?

[eyediot]

Hm?

[He looks down at where Algric is touching. Somewhere along the way, he just stopped even bothering with looking in a mirror.]

...If it was enough to leave a scar, then. One of the Marks. ...The Buried, maybe?

[curriculum_fictae]

The - the Buried? How?