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.]

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

Stop. That's - that's enough.

[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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[ 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 --

[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?

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For what, Jon?

[ It's a rather dangerous question. ]

[eyediot]

For walking into the wrong changing room by accident.

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[ Not a bad answer. In fact, there's the faintest flicker of hope in Algric's eyes. Maybe he didn't see after all...? ]

That's all?

[eyediot]

Possibly embarrassed you? Breach of privacy? My own fault, I think I came in the wrong side--

[He hopes Algric doesn't ask him directly point blank if he saw. He won't lie, but...]

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R-right, right, you don't. Have to give me a list.

[ He relaxes a little. ]

[eyediot]

...Of course.

[He'll talk to him about it eventually. Just. After a nice meal and some cuddling. Warm him up to it. Algric will probably be mad Jonah didn't mention it here and now, but...]

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[ Oh yes. He'll be unhappy with Jonah for giving him hope. But ...

But for now, he squeezes Jonah's hand gently, and continues walking. ]

We could - we could stop by Martin's flat and borrow one of his old consoles too. I know he has an old SNES he picked up at a charity shop a while back.

[eyediot]

If you like.

[He feels better with that reaction, lets himself relax a hair.

The smart thing would be to tell him now. He did see it. But the thought of ruining this, of... Seeing him hurting and recoiling from him... Jonah can't take that right now.]

...You know I love you.

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[ It's an olive branch, even if Algric has no intentions of borrowing something from himself. An acceptance of the offer he'd rebuffed before.

He softens a little more. ]

I - I know, Jon.

[eyediot]

[...Not great. He watches Algric, then nods looking ahead of them.]

As long as you know.

[They get to a crosswalk and he gets his phone out, punching in an order for them. At least it can be on its way by the time they get there.]

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[ Algric doesn't have much to say on the rest of the walk home, anyway. He withdraws into himself instead, never actually letting go of Jon, but ... not engaging with him either. (His back seems to burn as his whole body demands that he just disappear.) ]

[eyediot]

[And that is unusual for them, isn't it? The two of them are usually always reaching for something to talk about and keep things going. But for once, Jon feels an icy weight over them, knowing what he knows and isn't sure he'll even tell Algric he knows.

They get in and he starts getting things set up. Wants to fuss over Algric a bit as he can and spoil him this way.

Once the food arrives and he has everything set up, he brings Algric his plate.]

I-it's still hot.

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[ Algric makes a dim noise of protest, but otherwise lets Jonah fuss. He just sits on the couch, watching him for a moment? And accepting the plate when Jonah holds it out. ]

Yeah. You timed it pretty well.

[eyediot]

Figure if I have this power, I may as well make it useful.

[All he did was Know how long the wait was. He sits with his own and watches Algric quietly before he takes a first bite.]

Everyone's still out, I guess.

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[ Algric stares down at his plate. It takes all his willpower to force himself to take a bite. But after that, it goes a bit more smoothy, even if his food does chill awfully quickly. ]

Y-yes. I think Martin and Jon are out together? Not sure where Tim's gone, but. He said he'd be busy all day.

[eyediot]

Some quiet time isn't so bad then.

[All in all, he isn't that hungry either. Not for this delivery anyway. That scent of Algric's fear, though. That's tempting. The lingering paranoia that Jonah saw.

He stuffs that down, resisting that one. Let's not make this worse than it has to be, self.]

Just as well.

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[ Yes, um. If Jonah ate this fear with out asking, that might just be unforgivable. ]

It - it has bene a bit. Normally everyone's bustling about.

[eyediot]

Y-yes they are. It's... Nice. Th-the quiet for a little bit.

[Another couple half-hearted munches.]

Algric-

[HM. NOPE. He could feel that one. He sits back a bit into the couch, just. Covering his mouth with one hand and staring intently at the table.]

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[ Algric stiffens at that, hearing the compulsion before it fully comes out. He relaxes a bit when Jonah catches himself, but ...

But even that single word is indication enough, isn't it? Something goes dull and cold and dimly accusatory in his eyes. ]

You - you did see. Didn't you.

[eyediot]

[Jonah sits, hand still covering his mouth and shakes his head, trying to knock that instinctive compulsion out.

Another minute and he had control of it. But... He keeps his eyes down.]

I... Saw something. I don't know what I saw.

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And now you want to know. Of course you do.

[ The words come out bitter and sharp, like shards of ice. ]

And - and until I tell you, it's going to be possible that it'll just be yanked out of me randomly. Not because you mean to do it. I imagine you'll be extremely sorry afterwards, but it won't matter much to me, now will it?