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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]

...Y-yes, of course. I was... going to no matter what.

[I mean that's what you're supposed to do? Tell your partner when a mutual friend kisses you?

God, he really should let Tim listen to that recording of the birthday. Eventually.]

Just, he's asleep? And I would. Like to not freeze this early in the morning.

[kayakking]

You know? That's fair. That's real fair.

[He takes a deep breath, and ... well, at the very least, it's always warm on the side of the room Tim's in.]

I, uh, didn't mean to throw things all up into the air.

[eyediot]

It's... It's fine.

[And he sounds like he means that, taking another long sip to finish this cup. God, he needs more than just that. He has an instinctive want of a cigarette but does he even need one anymore?]

Thank you. For telling me.

[kayakking]

[No, probably not. It's probably actually just how Jonah processes wanting a statement now. Same pathways, new craving.]

Little hard to play it off.

...

Anyway, communication is king, and all.

[eyediot]

Agreed.

[Crap.]

Which means I will have to tell him you did that.

[kayakking]

... Yep.

Yep, probably. Almost certainly.



...


Bird call or something if it looks like murder.

[eyediot]

Three whistles, get out while you can.

[He gets up to pour another cup, a little more milk. He shouldn't put it off.... Between being mad now or being mad later that he withheld it...

Jonah sighs sitting back down.]

Not right now. But. S-some point soon, I have... Something for all of you. Algric, too. I just, um. I-i can't. Be here for it.

[kayakking]

[Ah. That? That's concerning. That's real concerning. Tim sobers immediately.]

What is it?

[eyediot]

It isn't bad.

[A sigh through his nose. God, he has to explain the context though.]

Right before I did th-the ritual. Elias gave me an. Envelope with, um, tapes. I-i didn't... listen to them at the time. But this one, it.... [Sighs.] It kept me going for a long... long while.

And you all deserve to hear it too. I-it's not bad, it's just. You'll see.

[kayakking]

[You know, he's willing to trust Jonah on that. That it's not bad. That it's a good thing that had been keeping him going, even if he casts doubt on anything from Elias being good.

Actually, no, that last point IS the problem]

Why... can't you be here for it?

[eyediot]

[Oh, how shaky that breath is he takes in. For the avatar vessel of an eldritch fear god, Jonah looks fairly close to having tears forming.

Maybe it's just the morning light coming through the window.]

I've... listened to it enough. And. And you four deserve some privacy without, um. eyes on you.

[kayakking]

[He really, really does.]

I... All right. I trust you on it.

[eyediot]

...Thank you.

And, Tim. [He wants to like. Put a hand on his shoulder or his arm or something for an attempt at physical reassurance but ???? So instead his hand hesitates in the air between them.]

I'm. Going to talk to Algric, and. At the very least I won't leave you in limbo. All right?