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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[eyediot]

Hm...

Security detail, maybe? Hide your clients from press?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh god. Please no.

[eyediot]

[He snickers a bit, digging into his food.]

All right, all right. Then... Library? Could make the whole place quiet?

[curriculum_fictae]

That would be rather pleasant. As long as they remember to pay me.

[eyediot]

There are loads you could do I think. Just have to think outside the box a bit.

[curriculum_fictae]

W-well, then I'll figure something out. Then I won't feel so bad about buying new clothes either.

[eyediot]

[Jonah just.. Watches him over his mug while he takes a sip. He knows that isn't something he can work Algric through in a day, but. He wishes it was that simple. Maybe Algric will wake up to a stack of new clothes on the bed now that Jonah knows his sizing.]

Let me know if I can help with anything on that front. I'd... I would like to see you happy...

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That's honestly the best way to do it. Going clothes shopping was good, but. Even with trusting Jonah to see his back, Algric is still likely to be spooked by the pricing and the exposure of a public dressing room now.

His expression softens at that. ]

You - you make me happier than I've ever been in my life, Jon.

[ The trouble is ... well. Has he ever been happy? Really? ]

[eyediot]

. . .

[He reaches to tug at the edge of Algric's sleeve. Because yeah, if this is the happiest, then what's the baseline? How low is the bar?]

I'll have to work on that, then. See if I can outdo myself every day if I have to.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Underground, alas. But Algric stares at him adoringly, no hint in his face to how very low his standards are. ]

All right, I would like to see that.

[eyediot]

All right. I'll have to pick a starting date and plan.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Gosh. This might be the cutest thing. ]

Yeah? Should we pick out notebooks today, then?

[eyediot]

Maybe.

I could probably use the backs of all those leftover manuscripts Tim has too.

[curriculum_fictae]

I mean, yes. But. A notebook is better.

[eyediot]

I think the plans would be a marked improvement. Yes, a notebook. I'll get one later.

[curriculum_fictae]

We - ah. We could go out? And find something?

[eyediot]

Hm. Take two, then.

[He smiles, watching Algric.]

Of course you won't get to see anything I write in it.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes, exactly.

[ No clothes, plus notebooks are easier to get cheaper. ]

And of course. That would ruin it.

[eyediot]

Glad we agree then.

[Just spears one bit of sausage.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric tucks into his own food readily enough. He still gets hungry for human food, it seems, and he's glad of it this morning. ]

You don't have to though. I really am happy just being here with you.

[eyediot]

I may not have to, but I want to.

[He wants to do this better. He wants this to be good, he wants to make this work in the best possible way he can. It's been ages since he's wanted something that wasn't just knowledge. In all honesty? He can't remember being this happy. Which says a lot of his own life.He reaches for Algric's hand proper to just hold.

Pa̡u͡s̕e f̢or̸ ҉l͠aưghter.

He blinks, ducks his head down with a smile because - He doesn't want to deal with that here.]

You know I love you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ What was --

No, it was nothing, wasn't it? Jonah seems fine, and Algric is happy to squeeze his hand in return. ]

I do. I - I truly do. And I won't forget it either. So just ... be natural? If I loved you while you were prickly, I can absolutely love you now.

[eyediot]

[Surely just a trick of the lighting in here. The shadows blying the haunted expression for a blink before he's... fine.]

Oh-- I was prickly before? What am I now?

[curriculum_fictae]

Hmm. Adorably frumpy.

[eyediot]

I have never been adorable.