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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

[Jonah's shoulders simply sag with relief at Algric still being here. Thank god. Though now he fights with himself over the practicality of having come and picked things out and making Algric wait miserably while he checks out, or just. Leaving.

He doesn't bother picking the clothes up, just. Touches the back of his knuckles to Algric's, testing. An offer.]

A shame. There are other days to go out, I guess. [They can always come back. Or Algric can come alone, his choice.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ Algric's fingers twitch unhappily, uncertainly. But ... after a moment he slides his hand into Jon's. He's frigid cold of course, but still present. ]

Y. Yeah. No - no rush. And there's always ordering online.

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eyediot

[He almost pulls away at the reaction, but. Then Algric's hand is in his, and Jonah squeezes it. Here. With him, here. The cold is worrisome, but he'll work on that.]

Y-yes, there is.

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eyediot

...C'mon. Let's... Go home.

[Tentative. Still more offer than suggestion or request. He wants to reassure him, but what words will work? And with a reaction like that, physical reassurance is out of the question, no more than what he's got now.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ A hug would certainly go awry right now, that much is for sure. But as long as Jonah goes along with this for now ... Algric keeps hold of his hand, tugging him gently towards the exit. ]

Funny how Tim's place is home now.

[ It's true, though. ]

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eyediot

...It is home, yeah.

[He smiles to himself while they leave. He'd barely spent any time at Martin's flat, and his own feels... empty now. Cold and lifeless after so long at Tim's with everyone.]

Maybe we should just get the furniture from Jon's flat and move in properly.

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curriculum_fictae

I - I think so? I mean. We're not going back, are we?

[ Slowly, slowly, Algric uncoils. ]

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eyediot

I've got no reason to. And Jon doesn't seem to want to, but we can ask.

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curriculum_fictae

Right. Probably should do that first.

[ He moves to leave the store. ]

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eyediot

[Jonah leaves with him easy as that. Doesn't try to make a case for having come out here, or having gone through picking things out. He's gotten enough situational awareness to know better. (Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's the reassuring whisper of Tim's voice "good going, boss" making him a little more confident than he is right now.]

In the meantime, wh-what could I, um. What can I fix you for dinner? O-or a film to watch?

[He's trying desperately.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ Jonah is doing really really well, all things considered. As proven by the way Algric clings to his hand and consider those options. If he were feeling worse, he'd simply have let go and turned him down.

As it is, he at least ... pauses. Hearing that Jonah's trying. Knowing that he didn't mean it. Feeling miserable even so. ]

I - I think Tim has that recording of Phantom of the Opera on his telly?

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eyediot

[Honestly, with the disappearing act before, Jonah fully expected Algric to let go and turn him down.

But with that response? He considerably brightens. Algric. Nominating theatre. Gosh.]

Yeah? I'm- I'm fairly sure he does. We can order something and settle in with that.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Look. Look. It's theatre with poetry in it, so. They can align just this once. ]

I - I suppose we didn't actually buy anything today. A-and the others are out, so we only have to feed the two of us ...

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eyediot

[Jonah leans in a bit, tilting his head to look Algric in the face. MMmmmm?]

So it shouldn't be any problem. Whatever you like.

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curriculum_fictae

[ That's - that's really cute? It startles Algric into blushing and looking down at him. ]

I - I - m-maybe some. Some Thai food--?

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eyediot

[A smile slowly spreads across his face at that blush.]

Thai it is. Your usual?

[He hates that the have to walk or take the bus - too claustrophobic for the tube these days. But it's a nice day out at least, so it won't be so bad.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ It is a lovely day - was a lovely date until Jonah saw something he shouldn't have. ]

Y-yes. I think. That would be nice, Jon.

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eyediot

Then that's what we'll do.

[He's proud of himself having navigated that properly. At least it feels like he did. Jonah squeezes his hand again while they walk.]

Whatever else you'd like, even if you think of it two hours from now. Let's do it.

[Well now he's just laying it on thick.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ Yes. Yes you are. Enough that it sours a bit, and Algric twitches his shoulders. ]

Stop. That's - that's enough.

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eyediot

[That smile fades in an instant, worry replacing it in the corners of his mouth and the way his brows lower. Jonah straightens, looking down at the sidewalk in front of them.]

...Sorry.

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curriculum_fictae

[ He hasn't spoiled it completely, but. ]

I don't want your pity. A-and if you're just being nice because - because you think I'll disappear otherwise --

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eyediot

It's not pity.

[It isn't, not really. It's hard to have pity for a situation he doesn't even understand. He's still trying to figure out what specifically he saw. But that is the problem, he wasn't supposed to. His hand twitches in Algric's while he debates pulling away. For now, he keeps holding.]

More. More apology?