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.]

Comments

[eyediot]

You just... seemed really. Gung-ho about staying in here while I read them. I-is all.

[curriculum_fictae]

I - look. Don't get me wrong. I don't - I don't like listening to them. Not at all.

But it's important.

[eyediot]

Yes... [Welp he sounds a little defeated.] Yes it is.

...Thank you. F-for caring. [He's trying to get better at not brooding; Helen commented on it enough before he came through the rift.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Jonah, you loveable idiot. ]

Of course I care, Jon. I love you.

[eyediot]

[He really wishes things were just... this.]

I love you too, Martin. [Just... watching him.


But it's going to keep bugging him.]

You said you both talked more about that? And that i-it was. Obvious? Really?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ At that, Algric laughs a little. ]

Really kind of was, Jon.

1/2

[eyediot]

Really. Since when?

[eyediot]

Or am I just-- A moron?

[Where's Algric heard that before.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Gee. As much as he wants to agree... ]

You're just a bit blind on this, that's all.

[eyediot]

I suppose so.

[He trails off, getting comfortable in bed again with all the blankets.]

Maybe... once everything is over, things can be like this. [It's odd, Jon Sims day dreaming anything hopefully positive. But a marginally fed stomach and the man he loves with him, his best friend alive still. Let him have this for now.]

[curriculum_fictae]

It's - it's a nice thought, isn't it? And I like staying here with Tim and the others.

[eyediot]

...I think I do too.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yeah? Not quite the same as a place all our own, but...

[eyediot]

No, but... It's not bad either.

[He still wouldn't say 'no' to a place all their own. But being able to see Tim, seeing his younger self happy wit ha younger Martin, and the three of them... It's a good reminder of what he's willing to do the worst for.]

[curriculum_fictae]

I rather like it. Feels like a family, of sorts.

[eyediot]

Hmph. Yeah, a. A family.

[What a strange, loving family they have.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Strange, right?

[eyediot]

A bit. But in a good way.

I'm happy they're here.

[curriculum_fictae]

Me too. I ... Don't entirely want to picture what it's like to not have them here.

[eyediot]

Then maybe we shouldn't. Focus on keeping them here.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right. Keep them safe.

[eyediot]

...Definitely. After I've had some rest.

[As he slowly sinks under the blankets, but one hand stays reached out to Algric. If he wants it.]

Not sure how long I'll be out?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric takes it, cuddling in close again. ]

As long as you want. I'll be here.