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that one time travel psl

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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It varies? Sometimes I don't see anything for a week or two... And sometimes I see something a few days apart.

That's still ... I don't want you to suffer through that alone, Jon.

[He instinctively wants to tell him not to worry. That he'd fine, he's been dealing with it. But if it happens again in a place of some other fear's power, who's to say what happened in the Lonely couldn't happen again?]

... I don't know what to do then.

Can you - can you find me? Or text me, or. Or just tell me after it does happen. Let me help you recover.

[ He reaches a hand out for Jon. ]

[He watched the hand before taking it, giving a gentle squeeze.]

Finding you after I can do. Easily.

[If only because he knows how he is when it happens. The thought of being able to talk or contact him consciously is... So far from his mind in those moments.]

Promise me, then. Promise me you'll find me, and you'll let me help you.

[Some small lonely part of him is still waiting for Algric to leave. To turn him away, all those months working for Peter still hounding his thoughts. Instead he squeezes his hand again. Algric will get tired of this. Tired of him. He probably was happier before Jonah showed up. ]

I promise, Martin.

[ Algric can't know what Jon is thinking, but ... his eyes drift to that shoulder, to that searing wound. ]

Good. Good.

[ A deep breath. ]

What d'you think about getting married in a couple weeks?

Uh.

[He blinks owlishly at him for a moment.]

I mean, I won't say no to that but. A couple of weeks?

Y-yes. A - a couple of weeks. I just - with today it just reminded me how easy it is to lose each other.

....I-i understand.

[And he does. Better than anything, he understands this. Jonah squeezes his hand, firmly and more sure this time.]

Whenever you like.

[ Good. Algric clings in return. ]

A - a couple weeks then. Small. Just us.

Just us. [He echoes it back. Just them, Tim, and the twins. It's enough for him. A small part of him wishes to have the others - Melanie, Basira, Daisy... Georgie - but they don't really Know do they? There's no reason to bring them into this if they don't have to be.]

So... Actual ceremony, or courthouse?

[ Exactly. But ... god. Explaining this to Melanie, Basira, etc.? Yeah. He can't imagine explaining it in time for a wedding. ]

I - I would like an actual ceremony. But nothing special. Just ... here. In the yard.