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[eyediot]

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[eyediot]

[Jon's voice in turn is also small, unsure of what to do or how to react. But... Could he? Could he finally help this Martin he failed before?]

Then... I hope you're able to. I lost you before, so I-

I'd like that.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin hesitates, then. Reaches a ghostly hand out for Jonah's? He's so cold... ]

[eyediot]

[He looks at the hand, then. Slowly takes it, gently laying his hand in Martin's, ready to pull away at the first sign he's unhappy.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He's so hesitant? Uncertain. Touching people is HARD, and there's barely any substance to him.

But he holds Jonah's hand anyway, and leans his head down to Jonah's shoulder with a soft sob. ]

[eyediot]

[he squeezes that hand gently. But firm.]

I never got to tell you before, but. Martin, I-

I do love you. I wanted to tell you.

[curriculum_fictae]

You - you do?

[ He glances over at the Martin in bed. ]

[eyediot]

[He nods.]

I do. I love him as well, but. I love you.

[curriculum_fictae]

... If you had to choose one of us, would you choose me?

[eyediot]

[Oh.

Oh god.

He hesitates, squeezing that hand again.]

I don't know that I could choose.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The shade wavers. ]

But - you love me. I’m the version you loved before too. Right?

[eyediot]

I do. And you are.

[He takes a deep breath, turning to face the shade now holding Martin's hand in both of his own.]

Martin, you.... You died. I. I mourned you. I grieved, and. And this Martin helped me grieve. I love him as well, I made promises to him that I won't break.

I cannot choose between the two of you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ his hand is blisteringly cold, with frost radiating out from it. A few tears roll down his face and freeze instantly. ]

That is a choice, though. That’s choosing him.

[eyediot]

No. It's choosing both of you.

[The cold in turn feeds into his own, soaking it up and getting colder by the minute.]

[curriculum_fictae]

You - you can’t have both of us. How would that even work?

[eyediot]

I don't know. But I- I'd want to try, if given the chance.

[he can feel his hands starting to freeze in place, though. That chill whispering that he couldn't do this. He'll only make things worse, he'll destroy his marriage and his relationship to this Martin at once.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah, this ghost won’t help with that. He just stares down at Martin’s warm, sleeping form. ]

Both of us together…

[ He reaches a hand out for Martin’s shoulder. ]

[eyediot]

Yes together.

[he doesn't realize at first before looking and - He doesn't know what will happen, but he knows it will be something bad. he carefully reaches for that hand, twining their fingers together instead.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah. Jonah’s husband shivers in his sleep, curling closer to Jonah.

The shade is happy enough to take Jonah’s hand though. ]

Can you - can you show me your home then? Is there tea…?

[eyediot]

[He watches Martin for a moment, then nods.]

Of course. I'll show you round, make you a nice caramel rooibos.

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh. Oh that sounds like heaven right now.

[ He solidifies just a little around the edges at the thought. ]

[eyediot]

[The solidifying warms Jonah a bit, smiling gently as he tugs Martin up.]

It's. It's a nice place. This whole little city.

[curriculum_fictae]

Y-yeah? What’s it called?

[ He stands, then, adding more solidity a bit at a time. Stepping away from his alternate helps there too. ]

[eyediot]

[Good. Jon will, carefully lead him downstairs, careful of the Admiral.]

Sidereal. There are others from all other sorts of worlds here. Quite nice.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Slowly but surely, his feet start to make sound as he descends the steps. His fingers grip Jonah’s more and more tightly. ]

It does sound lovely. Is it safe too?

[eyediot]

Yes. Almost entirely. The only problems here are the ones we bring in, and nothing terrible has been permanent.

[He huffs a laugh.]

The fountain in the city center heals. Literally.