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[eyediot]

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[eyediot]

Um.

[This close, he can probably see the light catching on his ring.]

Close enough we fixed up this house together. And. And sleep like this, together.

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[ Oh. Oh yes he can. That glimmer is bright in this little slice of moonlight. ]

You married him?

[ It's a strange, keening sort of question. A throttle of despair when he thought he didn't have anything left at all. ]

[eyediot]

[What should be a simple 'yes' response is caught in his throat at the noise Martin makes. His heart aches, wanting to make it right, fix it.]

Yes. We got married recently. There wasn't anything left for us in our worlds and have no intention of going back.

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I - I -

[ His voice breaks miserably, and the shade fades around the edges. ]

I'm so glad, Jon. That you found a better version of me.

[eyediot]

[He shakes his head at that. No no no no-]

It isn't that he's better or you're worse.

You were... [Jonah clutches at the bedding for his life, trying to let himself revisit this horrible past of his.]

I searched for you. I searched for weeks, months. And you were gone.

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Gone. Yeah. I was ...

[ His voice trails off, wavering. ]

I was waiting. All I could do was wait. And - and hope that maybe I'd see you again. Somehow.

[eyediot]

I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lost you.

[When did he start crying? When did his voice start to crack?]

I did everything I could.

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[ Oh. Oh Jonah. The shade shifts forward, lifting a foggy hand to Jonah's cheek. ]

Everything?

[eyediot]

[He leans into the touch, the cold bringing out the green handprint.]

Everything except staying lost there myself.

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[ Ah. The shade sees that handprint; he shifts his own pale fingers away from it a bit. ]

I wouldn't want you to be lost too. I ... only ever wanted you safe. And happy.

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... Did you?

[He's hesitant asking, watching his face so carefully now.]

Because I... I was so certain you didn't want anything to do with me. Especially after the last time we spoke...

[While he loves the Martin here in his bed, Jonah can never r fully forget the memory of Martin cruelly laughing at his suggestion.]

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The last time we ...

[ Hang on, it takes him a moment. It's so hard to remember anything any more, as vague as he is, and that memory in particular is painful. ]

Oh. I ... I thought you weren't serious. That you couldn't be. Were you?

[ He disbelieves even now. ]

[eyediot]

... I was ready to run at any second, but only if it was with you.

[Everything about Jon's posture slacks. Martin never believed him. He shouldn't have gone looking in the Lonely, he should have wandered forever instead. That aching canyon starting to widen.]

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[ Meanwhile, the ghost in front of him is coming to a different but equally miserable conclusion. ]

Then - then I could have gone with you. We could have escaped, I wouldn't have had to ...

[ A wracking sob escapes him. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon himself lowers his head, tugging at the ends of his short hair to ground himself.

When he does speak again, his voice is low and measured. Forced calm.]

... How are you here?

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[ Sorry, Jonah. The shade wobbles in front of him miserably. ]

I - I don't know. Didn't you call me?

[eyediot]

I can't have. You died months ago.

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... Then where are we? Am I dead?

[eyediot]

You are dead. But this is a ....strange world. It can bring all sorts. I-

I saw Tim. For a few days.

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Oh. Oh ...

[ He drifts a little closer, sitting weightless next to Jonah on the bed. ]

Is he here now?

[eyediot]

[He shakes his head, keeping his eyes down.]

No. He. He left. With another version of me. A lot less of a screw up than me.

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[ Well. Martin just sort of glances down at his alternate in the bed. Back at Jonah. ]

Hurts, doesn't it.

[eyediot]

[That cold from Martin next to him clutches at his heart and squeezes, chilling him instantly.]

It never stops hurting.

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[ Sorry, Jonah. This Martin probably won't help you with the loneliness. ]

Am ... am I going to stay? It's so warm here.

[eyediot]

I'm not sure, honestly? This place brings and takes people at its own whims. But it is... very warm. It hurt me the first few weeks I was here.


If you could... would you want to? Stay?