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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]

[This is new - sharp and desperate and not sweet, but not unwelcome. And with Algric's Lonely cloak it isn't as if anyone's going to notice. But it's the stones of the wall against his back and feeling pressed in that get him breathless in an unpleasant way, feeling his heart racing out of his chest.

He clutches at Algric's jacket, breaking away to try and gulp down air like he's drowning, a worm struggling to the surface, dirt and mud and grit under his nails and down his throat.]

Al--Martin. Martin.

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[ It takes Algric a moment to realise that that clutching isn't a good thing, that Jonah's in distress here. He lurches back enough to give Jonah space and air, but he still hovers close. ]

S-sorry, I just - I don't -

[ That was wrong, wasn't it? He just saw Jonah ruin someone's life. He shouldn't feel like - like - like this. ]

[eyediot]

No-- No, it's not. [BREATHE. He takes a cautious step away from the building, shaky and breathless and god he didn't know Algic could kiss like that.]

It's not you. Um. Just-- Wrong place. N-not here.

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[ Algric didn't really know Algric could kiss like that, okay. He's still so red that he nearly glows in the dim light. ]

Back - back home, then? To Tim's place?

[ He's agitated, still. Ashamed of the adrenaline pumping through him at seeing such delicious revenge served to someone he hates. ]

[eyediot]

I- yes. Home.

[One long, steadying breath and he's good. He's fine. Not Buried. He knows he'll have to actually talk about this but. Tomorrow. After... whatever this ends up being, and a night's sleep.

He holds an arm out to Algric, offering to walk him home. Like it's the most polite couple's night out.]

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[ Right now, it seems nearly like a date? They've had a meal, and now Algric takes Jonah's arm with a shy, warm smile that doesn't match what Jonah's just done at all. ]

It - it is rather nice out.

[eyediot]

...Yes, it. It is.

[He wants to ask why specifically Algric followed him. But ...well he'd just gotten a small appetizer himself, hadn't he? Was Algric's monstrousness finally making him hungry too? He doesn't want to ruin this... terrible horribly romantic walk back. His eyes are bright and clear, the first truly clear since he arrived here. At least it isn't a long walk back.]

Didn't take you long to find me.

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[ It is without a doubt the most horrifying thing they've done together. And yet Algric's eyes are clear too, and he's chilly but sharp. More than just a rolling fogbank with no purpose. That had been ... good. ]

I - I sort of knew where you'd gone? You left a trail of sorts.

[eyediot]

Really.

...Hm. I guess the Lonely left a deeper mark than I realized.

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You said you wandered the Lonely for a long time, right? A-and then you were alone in the apocalypse.

[eyediot]

That's... right, yes.

You can see it, can't you.

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... Yes, Jon.

[eyediot]

Hm.

[He lifts Algric's hand to kiss his knuckles while they walk.]

I suppose it's good you know how to find me, then.

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[ His flush deepens at that. ]

Y-yes. Ironically, you won't ever be alone now. Because I'll always find you.

[eyediot]

It's a nice feeling. Knowing that.

[Jonah smiles warmly up at him before getting the door, holding it open for him.]

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[ Algric heads in then, giving Jonah a bit of a lovestruck look. ]

I - look. I know - I know what you did was terrible? But no one's ever done that for me before.

[eyediot]

Stood up for you? Or ruined someone's sex life for the rest of their life for you?

[He'll just. Busy himself closing and locking up as quietly as he can. Tim's probably a lot more awake than the other pair and he doesn't want to answer questions from him just now.]

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Yes. Both of those.

[ Algric is quick to go back to their bedroom once the front door is secure. ]

[eyediot]

[Jonah blinks once at Algric going so fast. Swallows and steps after him, stopping just once outside the guest bedroom for a second, then following after Algric. He gets the door closed and his jacket off while he talks.]

I guess thank you for not-- Not being immediately angry? That I did that.

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[ Algric sits on the bed with an odd tension, hands loosely clasped in his lap. Taking in deep breaths. ]

N-no, I. Ah. I'm - trying to think of a way to - um. Thank you? Better?

[eyediot]

Thank me?

[Jonah looks over his shoulder at him, confused until he gets it. Ah.

His expression turns apologetic and a little guilty. He comes to stand next to Algric, just. Watching him before leaning in to kiss his temple, holds him there.]

You don't have to thank me. Not for... something that horrible.

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[ Algric looks up at him, a longing look in his eyes. ]

It was horrible. But - I really - I want to do something for you, Jonah. Please?

[ He flushes even more deeply, somehow. ]

I know you don't - don't want to - you know, but. Is there. Anything other than kissing that you like...?

[eyediot]

[Jonah takes a deep breath and sits heavily next to him. He doesn't want to hurt Algric's feelings, not here. He hasn't... been in this position in ages; he wracks his brain trying to think. Hands, maybe? That's- it's almost like taking care of himself? But no, he's.. He'll still have to work himself mentally up for that. He rests his chin on his hands, elbows on his knees and glances at the wall, then at Algric.]

...Massage?

[At least get him used to being touched.]

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[ Algric startles at that, then smiles warmly. It wasn't what he was thinking of at all? And yet. ]

That's perfect, Jon.

[eyediot]

[Oh thank god. Jonah visibly relaxes at that reaction and scrubs a hand down his face. Leans over to kiss Algric's cheek before getting up to start peeling his overshirt off.]

I haven't, um. Had one? Ever, so...