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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]

[Jonah leaves with him easy as that. Doesn't try to make a case for having come out here, or having gone through picking things out. He's gotten enough situational awareness to know better. (Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's the reassuring whisper of Tim's voice "good going, boss" making him a little more confident than he is right now.]

In the meantime, wh-what could I, um. What can I fix you for dinner? O-or a film to watch?

[He's trying desperately.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Jonah is doing really really well, all things considered. As proven by the way Algric clings to his hand and consider those options. If he were feeling worse, he'd simply have let go and turned him down.

As it is, he at least ... pauses. Hearing that Jonah's trying. Knowing that he didn't mean it. Feeling miserable even so. ]

I - I think Tim has that recording of Phantom of the Opera on his telly?

[eyediot]

[Honestly, with the disappearing act before, Jonah fully expected Algric to let go and turn him down.

But with that response? He considerably brightens. Algric. Nominating theatre. Gosh.]

Yeah? I'm- I'm fairly sure he does. We can order something and settle in with that.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Look. Look. It's theatre with poetry in it, so. They can align just this once. ]

I - I suppose we didn't actually buy anything today. A-and the others are out, so we only have to feed the two of us ...

[eyediot]

[Jonah leans in a bit, tilting his head to look Algric in the face. MMmmmm?]

So it shouldn't be any problem. Whatever you like.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That's - that's really cute? It startles Algric into blushing and looking down at him. ]

I - I - m-maybe some. Some Thai food--?

[eyediot]

[A smile slowly spreads across his face at that blush.]

Thai it is. Your usual?

[He hates that the have to walk or take the bus - too claustrophobic for the tube these days. But it's a nice day out at least, so it won't be so bad.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ It is a lovely day - was a lovely date until Jonah saw something he shouldn't have. ]

Y-yes. I think. That would be nice, Jon.

[eyediot]

Then that's what we'll do.

[He's proud of himself having navigated that properly. At least it feels like he did. Jonah squeezes his hand again while they walk.]

Whatever else you'd like, even if you think of it two hours from now. Let's do it.

[Well now he's just laying it on thick.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yes. Yes you are. Enough that it sours a bit, and Algric twitches his shoulders. ]

Stop. That's - that's enough.

[eyediot]

[That smile fades in an instant, worry replacing it in the corners of his mouth and the way his brows lower. Jonah straightens, looking down at the sidewalk in front of them.]

...Sorry.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He hasn't spoiled it completely, but. ]

I don't want your pity. A-and if you're just being nice because - because you think I'll disappear otherwise --

[eyediot]

It's not pity.

[It isn't, not really. It's hard to have pity for a situation he doesn't even understand. He's still trying to figure out what specifically he saw. But that is the problem, he wasn't supposed to. His hand twitches in Algric's while he debates pulling away. For now, he keeps holding.]

More. More apology?

[curriculum_fictae]

For what, Jon?

[ It's a rather dangerous question. ]

[eyediot]

For walking into the wrong changing room by accident.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Not a bad answer. In fact, there's the faintest flicker of hope in Algric's eyes. Maybe he didn't see after all...? ]

That's all?

[eyediot]

Possibly embarrassed you? Breach of privacy? My own fault, I think I came in the wrong side--

[He hopes Algric doesn't ask him directly point blank if he saw. He won't lie, but...]

[curriculum_fictae]

R-right, right, you don't. Have to give me a list.

[ He relaxes a little. ]

[eyediot]

...Of course.

[He'll talk to him about it eventually. Just. After a nice meal and some cuddling. Warm him up to it. Algric will probably be mad Jonah didn't mention it here and now, but...]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh yes. He'll be unhappy with Jonah for giving him hope. But ...

But for now, he squeezes Jonah's hand gently, and continues walking. ]

We could - we could stop by Martin's flat and borrow one of his old consoles too. I know he has an old SNES he picked up at a charity shop a while back.

[eyediot]

If you like.

[He feels better with that reaction, lets himself relax a hair.

The smart thing would be to tell him now. He did see it. But the thought of ruining this, of... Seeing him hurting and recoiling from him... Jonah can't take that right now.]

...You know I love you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ It's an olive branch, even if Algric has no intentions of borrowing something from himself. An acceptance of the offer he'd rebuffed before.

He softens a little more. ]

I - I know, Jon.

[eyediot]

[...Not great. He watches Algric, then nods looking ahead of them.]

As long as you know.

[They get to a crosswalk and he gets his phone out, punching in an order for them. At least it can be on its way by the time they get there.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric doesn't have much to say on the rest of the walk home, anyway. He withdraws into himself instead, never actually letting go of Jon, but ... not engaging with him either. (His back seems to burn as his whole body demands that he just disappear.) ]

[eyediot]

[And that is unusual for them, isn't it? The two of them are usually always reaching for something to talk about and keep things going. But for once, Jon feels an icy weight over them, knowing what he knows and isn't sure he'll even tell Algric he knows.

They get in and he starts getting things set up. Wants to fuss over Algric a bit as he can and spoil him this way.

Once the food arrives and he has everything set up, he brings Algric his plate.]

I-it's still hot.