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[eyediot]

we live here

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[eyediot]

[He follows easily enough, not even tripping on his own feet anymore! He'll consider that a success compared to his first few weeks.]

Could always just be inedible for other reasons.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That's good, right? It's good ... But Algric still frowned a bit, watching him. ]

Jon, they're going to be fine. I promise.

[ And indeed, he took a set of perfectly decent scones out of the oven. ]

[eyediot]

[He does remember this time to stand a bit further back, giving Algric space to maneuver of course. He feels for the chair and carefully sits, head still turned towards the heat.]

I'll trust you. You know you can be brutally honest with me.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric paused a moment, watching that ... still natural movements, right? He really was a paranoid mess. ]

I mean - I'll be nicer than that.

[eyediot]

Because you're far kinder than you should be sometimes.

[curriculum_fictae]

That is true. Working on it, but.

[eyediot]

I know. I - sort of got the idea you were working on it after the whole thing with the Institute.

[Which. Honestly. Fuck Elias.]

[curriculum_fictae]

... Ah. That - yes. I mean, unusual circumstances, but.

[eyediot]

But necessary.

[curriculum_fictae]

Yes, very necessary. No choice.

[eyediot]

[Jon lets the comment sit for a few moments. Just.. Taking that in. They all needed it. And they're all free in the ways that are best for them.]

...For what it's worth, I'm glad you did it.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Indeed they are. And yet ...

Algric exhaled slowly. ]

You don't - you don't think I betrayed him? By going without him?

[eyediot]

[Ah. Well. Now it's getting into territory he's not sure about. He sighs a bit before standing again to come smell the scones now that the oven's closed.]

I think... I don't know what happened. But you promised him one thing then. Didn't do it. It turned out all right in the end, but...

[curriculum_fictae]

... But I still lied to him. And broke a promise.

[ He slumps a bit at that. Not surprised, but. Well, he'd hoped that if this Jon could absolve him, then maybe... ]

[eyediot]

I mean, I'm sure you didn't intend to. N-not when you made the promise.

[Right?]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric just. Stays silent for a moment. Watching the scones cool. ]

Mm, well.

[eyediot]

[...Wait.]

You didn't... right?

[He doesn't know what happened at the Institute, or the first hand experience of everything Jonah'd gone through. But he knows that sort of thing would hurt himself.]

[curriculum_fictae]

I had to, Jon. He needed to stay here. For - for as long as possible.

[ Weary, miserable. ]

[eyediot]

...You know he would've stayed and kept his side of the promise.

[There's no accusation or anger in his voice. Just a quiet reassurance.]

[curriculum_fictae]

... Yes, I know. I know.

I'm still - I'm still trying to find ways to apologise.

[eyediot]

...He'll come around. He loves you.

[curriculum_fictae]

I. I know, but. God. I hate it? I probably should hate it.

[eyediot]

Hate that he loves you and still plans to marry you? Why?

[curriculum_fictae]

No! No, not. Not that. The - this. The gap between us.

[eyediot]

Right.

[He turns his head down to the pan of scones, still cooling. But smells good.]

...He won't keep you long, I tink. I think... he cares too much for that.