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

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He nods at that, turning his back away from Jonah again. ]

S-sorry. I didn't mean to - you were very gentle. It's just. No one's ever touched my back like that except - you know.

[eyediot]

No, I thought so. I won't again if you'd rather I didn't.

[For all he's unsure about this, his expression is all soft and understanding. Wanting to help.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He appreciates that greatly. ]

I - I think a little is probably. Good? I should ... get used to it.

[eyediot]

Might be good. But on your time.

[For all that nervousness and fright Algric had, he's rewarded with a soft touch and Jonah's hand offered to him.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Right. That's - that's enough for today, anyway.

[ He clings to Jonah's hand. ]

[eyediot]

Of course.

[He smiles, rubs one eye - clear sign he didn't even snack on any of that - and squeezes his hand.]

I'm probably going to toss in a bit of laundry but. Have a whole day ahead of us?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. That's really sweet? He wouldn't have objected to Jonah snacking - might as well channel his misery for a purpose - but it's still incredibly sweet of him. ]

Y-yeah. I. I suppose we do. Are you hungry?

[eyediot]

Um. No actually, I'm all right. Unless you mean for sausages or something, I could make some.

[curriculum_fictae]

I meant both, I suppose. Why don't you let me cook this time?

[eyediot]

I'd like to do it.

[There's no... Weird "Jon has to be alone" vibe to it. He just genuinely wants to cook something simple for him.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Huh. Well - okay then. ]

If you want to, then.

[eyediot]

I do.

[Hello quick kiss. That. May not quite be so quick.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh no. Algric is not letting him escape without a quick makeout session here. ]

[eyediot]

[It's easy to fall into, this kind of softness, with him. It's been months and it's easier. Just as much as it's easier for Algric to move him around, he may be near omniscient but he's still a twig.

Jonah ends up just smiling at him when he pulls away.]

Can I help you with something?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric leans against him for a moment before letting him pull away. Just. Cheering ever so much. ]

O-oh, um. If you like? What were you picturing?

[eyediot]

[Shit.

He shouldn't take flirting cues from Tim.]

Um. I.. Nnnnot entirely sure.

[He was kind of hoping Algric would take it from there.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Jonah. Jonah please. Algric laughs a little at that, though, and nudges Jonah's shoulder with his own. ]

No? No idea at all?

[eyediot]

[He lets out a little nervous laughter, leaning with the affection. But man he cannot look at Algric saying this.]

It's just been a while. And. I-I dunno, I wouldn't. Mind? Helping sometimes.

[curriculum_fictae]

Helping with what, exactly?

[ Utter innocence. ]

[eyediot]

[He'll die.

He sits there, staring at Algric and knowing that he's trying to make Jonah use his words.

Instead he shrugs.]

It's not that important, really. We can discuss it some other time.

[Makes like he's gonna get up....]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ God, Jonah, you're the worst. Algric makes a dimly (fondly) frustrated noise. ]

N-no, I - I would actually. Like to confirm if we're talking about the same thing. Boundaries, and. And all.

[eyediot]

[Jonah does smirk when he hears that frustrated noise. Good to know he can still do that on occasion.]

I'm just saying... You have your preferences and I have perfectly working hands.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Right. Okay. That was what he thought, but - he goes blisteringly red. ]

A-and that's something you don't. Mind doing? Sometime, not - not right this second.

[eyediot]

N-no, I don't. Mind, I just have to. Work myself up to it a bit?

Not- not like planning ahead or anything [God the idea of planning that sounds like an anxiety building nightmare.] just something to be okay with?

[curriculum_fictae]

R-right, sure. If - if the moment is right.