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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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[ His coolness is as much a contrast to Jude's burn as the obvious love is. Algric loves him. With all his heart, with everything that he is, through multiple timelines. He leans his head against Jon's hand after, eyes closing a moment. ]

Jon ...

[eyediot]

I was so-- So horrible to you at the start. Mean, nasty. You didn't deserve that then, and. And I didn't tell you any of what was going on after that. [SNIFF.] And even when, when you had a plan, I still had trouble just... listening, I kept trying to do the one thing that you asked.

[To not talk to him. God, if it had been asked of Jon from those first few days in the Archives, he would have reveled in that request. But by the time Peter took over, Jon was desperate, and able to really focus on who he cared about. And who wasn't there anymore.]

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Jon. It's - it's all right.

[ He opens his eyes again, looking at Jon with utter love and affection. ]

I forgive you.

[eyediot]

[He slowly curls his fingers against Algric's cheek, just... Watching, blinking back those tears.]

...I'll do. I'll do whatever I have to. T-to keep you safe.

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[ Algric leans in a bit, resting his forehead against Jon's. ]

I know you will, Jon. I know you can do it to.

[eyediot]

....I have to. So I can properly deserve you.

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[ He laughs a little. ]

C-can we agree that we deserve each other?

[eyediot]

...Sure.

[It's one sided, there. That hasn't changed for him. Jonah hasn't earned his spot with Algric, not yet.]

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[ Sigh, Jonah. Algric is trying damn it. ]

All right. Because - because you know I love you. I need you in my life.

[eyediot]

And I need you.

[But he can't hide that quizzical, half-curious look in his eyes.]

Don't see why you do though.

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That - that was a joke, right? Of course I need you.

[eyediot]

[He sighs, pressing his face into Algric's chest. Right, he can't ask.]

Y-yes, a joke. Bad one. Sorry.

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[ A soft sigh; he holds Jonah that much closer. ]

I love you, Jon. I've loved you for - for a long time. I need you on an emotional level. If - if you weren't here, I'd figure things out, but I'd be miserable. I stayed by your bedside for months just - just hoping you'd open your eyes even for a moment.

[ A pause. ]

I ... still wasn't fully happy, even here. With Jon and Tim and Martin. Something was missing, and that was you.

[eyediot]

[Oh.

Oh, that's entirely... Too honest. Jonah goes still when Algric starts talking and listens patiently, quietly. He keeps his face pressed into his chest, but there are spots of wetness against his boyfriend's shirt aren't there? His hand tenses against Algric's cheek before he lifts his head up. Then carefully shifts to kiss him softly.]

Then I truly am sorry I made you wait so long.

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[ It's okay, Jon. Cry all you need. Though kissing is much nicer, isn't it? He leans down to return it. ]

I'm - I'm the one who left. If I'd known you were looking...

[eyediot]

[He hovers close, just breathing against him like this.]

You had no way to know. You thought I'd died, you didn't know.

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I-I know, but still ...

[eyediot]

[Jon shifts, just. Wanting to be closer and ends up almost on him with legs tangled up again.]

You can't be mad about making a choice when you didn't have all the information. You made a decision based on what you knew at the time.

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[ Algric takes in a deep breath. ]

R-right. I - I wouldn't have left if I'd known you were alive.

[eyediot]

Right. And at the time you didn't know that I was. It's all right, Martin.

We're here now.

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Yes. I'm - I'm so glad, Jon.

[eyediot]

So am I.

[He can do this right? Just... Let his head rest against Algric this close?]

I just... I want things to be better. For us, and for them.

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Me too. Whether we can do that ... depends, but.

[eyediot]

We'll do our best to.

[He starts thumbing along Algric's cheek with that bad hand.]

I... A-are you really sure you're all right with... This? [His hand.] I know you hate burn scars so..

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[ Algric ... stiffens a little. It's not much of a secret, really, but he knows he hasn't told Jon yet. ]

It's - it's different when it's someone else's.