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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]

[Oh his face turns so dark at that. A full face blush taking over and heating it up.

Still new to this. Still new to anyone wanting him under the shitty personality exterior.

His shoulders hunch up and he looks around the room a bit. Nervous. He's nervous.]

I-i'm. Glad then.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh, Jonah. Algric just melts with fondness, blushing gently. He leans over against Jonah, resting his head down against Jonah's. ]

You aren't used to having someone wanting you physically?

[eyediot]

Nnnno. Most people don't even want me emotionally, so.

[Look, he's had few dating partners and they've been very spread out over the years. Even Georgie was at least seven years ago.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Fair enough, plus it's not like Algric can talk. ]

Mm. Well. I do.

[eyediot]

[Jonah lets that thought settle in his mind. Leaning into him a little.

The real problem is: what ddddooooes he say to that? 'Thank you for boosting that bit of self esteem I didn't know I had and was low on' feels sorely out of place. But not saying anything is worse?

In true Jon/ah fashion, he blurts out the first concrete, complete sentence he comes up with.]

I'm not sure what I should do. With that.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric just reaches out gently to take his hand. ]

You don't have to do anything. You - you really don't, Jon, I mean it. I love you fully no matter what.

[ He thumbs across the back of Jon's hand. ]

I-it just means that I find you attractive. That I love both aspects of you? A-and if you don't mind me appreciating that sometimes, I'd like to.

[eyediot]

[He listens. Takes all that in, lets his eyes focus on Algric's hand holding his.

It's a good thought. It's nice, even, if he lets himself think it. That someone could genuinely, honestly feel something positive for him. And he said he would trust Algric, that meant trusting everything. So. He has to trust... this. Because this is part of him and what they have.

He smiles, more to himself than to Algric.]

Three aspects. [Heh.] Monster.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Okay that's just rude. He goes bright scarlet. ]

W-well - yes, okay, that aspect too, just - y-you know, not always like. Like after the night you met Tobias.

[eyediot]

Well, I meant more being a monster is part of who I am now, not. Not the actively being monstrous, but--

[Now he's just nitpicking to avoid the bigger topic.]

[curriculum_fictae]

O-oh. Well. Okay, that too then. Yes. All of you, Jon.

[eyediot]

And now that you've had a peek, what will you do with your new knowledge?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh. Um.

[ Algric goes even redder, totally uncertain of what to do now. ]

N-nothing you're not comfortable with? But - um - I mean, I'll probably think of you the next time I, ah. You know...?

[eyediot]

[Two seconds.]

OH. Oh, um. Of course.

[Hm. That is still a thought. For now, he just carefully guides Algric's hand to settle around his waist and hold him there. It's all bare skin still.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He cccarefully does that, his fingers feeling along the sides of Jonah's ... ribs ...?

Wait. He pauses. Feels, gently. ]

Is - is that a scar?

[eyediot]

[A scar? There?



....





OH.]

It's, eh. S-sort of?

[A beat.]

The ribs had to come out from somewhere.

[curriculum_fictae]

Y-you're missing ribs?

[eyediot]

Did... did that not make it to you?

[Muttered:] Oh lord...

When I went into the coffin, I. Knew I needed an anchor? And what better anchor, at the time I thought, than part of myself? I couldn't cut a finger off, it didn't work, so I... Melanie took me toooo Jared Hopworth, and he. Took a couple of my ribs? One for my anchor and. One for him?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Look. He listened to many of the tapes, but not all of them.

Also he sputters at that. ]

You - that wouldn't have worked! It didn't work, Jon!

[eyediot]

It did a little.

[At least the mood's effectively killed. Glad he showered first.]

I had to try. A-and honestly? Still my most well thought out plan to date, and it worked in theory.

[curriculum_fictae]

No. It didn't, Jon.

[ He runs a hand down his face. ]

Because I anchored you, Jon. Who - who do you think piled all those tapes on the coffin?

[eyediot]

I-i thought maybe you might have, but I wasn't sure.

But I... Martin, I know I felt something else.

[He touches his hand to his own abdomen, remembering that feeling. His rib somewhere tugging at him...]

...That's what that's from. Anyway.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric just sighs softly at that. Not going to argue here. ]

Right. Right. Sure, gave Jared a rib for later, why not.

[eyediot]

[Jonah would normally shrug but... One of the few plans he thought he'd worked out well is starting to feel like a hollow victory now.]

It's over and done with, all the same.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ !? ]

You paid him for a statement?

[eyediot]

... It helped going in well fed.

[He isn't proud or happy about it.]