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[eyediot]

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[eyediot]

[He gives Algric the flattest look he can while blind.]

Can opener.

[curriculum_fictae]

The exception that prove my point.

[eyediot]

I'm sure.

[He sighs. Opens the drawer again and starts to just... feel everything. Get a good idea of what everything feels like now.]

Also what do you mean, 'faster than I even thought'?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh! I just mean you're doing really well? In general. I'd be much worse at being blind, I think.

[eyediot]

Are you sure? We could try blindfolding you for a bit.

[He's joking.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Then that really would be the blind leading the blind.

[ He puts a hand on Jon's shoulder ... and pauses. Frowning? Drawing the fingers back, running his thumb along them. He felt something ... sticky? ]

[eyediot]

Mm, perhaps.

[He closes the drawer, satisfied for now. But... that touch?]

What, um. What's next?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He -

What is he feeling? The hell is that? Algric is silent a moment as he follows, it, trying to figure out where the strand is coming from? Is that a spiderweb? Why...? ]

I - er - well let's start mixing ingredients.

[eyediot]

[He turns to Algric's... general direction, unsure what that sensation is. It's so gentle as it gives him an idea of where to look. Nothing so precision yet.]

All right. I'm afraid that one will be entirely you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ And yet, Jon is turning in Algric's direction, isn't he? He stares down at Jon for a moment, silent. Uncertain.

And then he tugs on the filament. ]

[eyediot]

[It's the darnedest thing, a weird feeling that makes his forefinger on the counter twitch just so slightly.

But with no response, Jon starts turning his head like it'll tell him anything. His tone is worried, did Algric leave?]

Algric?

[curriculum_fictae]

I'm - I'm here. Sorry, I just -

[ A thick swallow. Nothing really happened, right? A small finger twitch, that's all. He must be losing his mind. ]

I found a spiderweb on you, that's all.

[eyediot]

A spiderweb?

When did I even walk into one...

[Probably weird how when Jon turns to face Algric's voice, his hand moves of course. But that strand goes taught and moves under Martin's fingers as Jon moves.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ It sure does. And normal spiderwebs don’t just do that, do they?

Algric muffles a small noise of panic. Stay calm, damn it. This doesn’t have to mean anything. ]

Yes. It’s - I don’t know, I suppose. Let me clear it off for you.

[ if he even can. But he grabs it again and pulls hard this time. ]

[eyediot]

Right, right.

[He's glad Algric will do that, clear it off him. It'd take him ages to do it, probably. His hand lifts with the pull, raising.... and he uses the motion to scratch at one of his pock scars. He meant to do that, didn't he? That was why his hand was moving, definitely not on its own... Has to be, is what he tells himself.]

Let me know when you've got it.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Meanwhile, Algric watched that gesture with mounting horror. Did he just move Jon’s hand? It looks just like it, with enough plausible deniability for him not to be sure.

God he hates the Web. It’s unfair that adorable spiders are lumped in under it. ]

I - I think I’ve got it now. Yes.

[eyediot]

[Likewise, when Jon moves his hand, the string goes taught in Algric's hold.]

All right, I... Am not entirely sure what to do here. [He's lsughing gently, more at odds with not being able to see the mixer.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric freezes at that. Feeling the string go taut.

Shit, this really is Web, isn't it? What does that even mean? ]

N-no, sorry. I'm getting distracted. Why don't we continue on?

[eyediot]

... Are you really sure you're all right?

[Even if it is Web, he does sound genuinely concerned here.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Truly, Jon. Not a thing wrong with me.

[ He leaned down to press a kiss to Jon's head. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon stills at that, slowly breathing out some relief. He isn't sure why but... the tension between them eases a bit, unsure of where it came from.]

All right. I just... I worry.

[curriculum_fictae]

I know, Jon. And I do hate to worry you, but I also love it a little.

[eyediot]

I've only been worried about you since you arrived here, you know.

But maybe I should limit how often I tell you.

[All in jest, if how he squeezes Algric's hand is anything to go by.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric laughs a little at that. ]

That would be rude, Jon.

[eyediot]

All right, all right. I will continue to tell you all about how you make me worry.