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[eyediot]

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[eyediot]

[He sighs heavily. It's weighed on him just as much as it's hitting Martin now.]

That does seem to be the case.

[curriculum_fictae]

Well I hate him on principle, then.

[eyediot]

[Jonah gives a little quiet huff of a laugh.]

He's. He and I argued a bit at the start. And I hurt him very badly. So maybe save some of that hatred.

[curriculum_fictae]

… Mm, well, I still think he’s a right prick then.

[ He sighs a bit, his outlines blurring again. ]

[eyediot]

Agreed. Though I've come to realize all versions of me are a prick, honestly.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He laughs just a little. ]

I mean, yes? Though not as much as you think.

[eyediot]

I'll take your word for it. Fail to see how I'm not most days anymore.

[curriculum_fictae]

You’re here with me, aren’t you? Even after all of my misery, even with your … husband upstairs …

[eyediot]

I suppose, yes.

[But that guilt eats at him. He should go back. Go to bed.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin reaches out a frigid hand for his cheek. ]

Stay with me a little longer?

[eyediot]

...For just a bit longer. Until the stars start to fade.

[He exhales softly, leaning into that cold touch. It's a comfort in its own way.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh. Oh I would like that. It’s been so long since I’ve seen a sunrise.

[ He rests his head against Jonah’s. ]

[eyediot]

Then... Until sunrise.

[He lets out a heavy breath, watching out the window.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The sky is already beginning to pink just a little. ]

Yes. I -

[ His voice catches in his throat. ]

Can I see you again?

[eyediot]

...Of course. If you find your way here again.

[curriculum_fictae]

If - if I can. Yeah. I think I remember the way.

[eyediot]

All right.

[He nods, thumbing along Martin's knuckles, frigid and cold.]

I'll be here.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ So cold, frosting Jonah’s thumb too.

But perhaps a bit more solid now, as he thinks about maybe coming back here. ]

I - I love you. Jon. No matter what.

[eyediot]

...I love you too, Martin. Always.

[curriculum_fictae]

Always. Yeah. I’m… I’m just glad to hear you say that…

[ He manages a pale smile as the first light of dawn illuminates his hair. It begins to steam, then, starting to dissolve. ]

[eyediot]

[He doesn't want to watch Martin go, not really. But he knows he has to. He takes a breath and shifts so he can see the last of him dissolve, until his hand is empty and weightless.]

Rest, Martin. You deserve that much.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin replies, but it’s too soft to hear. The last thing Jonah gets is the touch of Martin’s hand on his cheek before he’s left with nothing but mist. ]