kayakking | (no subject)

It is not. There is a lot I need to figure out and think about. I just got a bit tired of being in bed today.

If you're having trouble seeing you need something to eat, regardless of where it happens.

[THAT STATUS BAR.]

.. What did you even get into to wear yourself out this badly.

[Oh that's an easier topic than the previous.]

Peter found Algric and I while we were out.

...

[It is... you know, a lil warmer as he helps Jonah down.]

And?

[He sits heavily now that he's somewhere not-bed and takes a slow breath.]

And he is probably still in the Lonely, and we aren't.

Right.

So we have a lot to unpack there and a nice comfy spot to do it.

[He still has one hand on Tim, an dge grips at him a little tight.]

He tried to - no, he did throw us both into the Lonely. I... My memory of the Lonely domain changed it a bit... I told him to stay put. Used everything I had to find Algric and get us out.

[Tim's arm is stiff and tense under Jonah's grip. The indrawn breath feeds a blaze starting to crackle. He'll fucking murder him. He'll take apart his life, important thing by important thing, right in front of him and THEN kill him.]

I'm.. glad. [His voice is even, precise.] I'm glad you managed to get out, both of you.

I'm just glad I got Algric out unharmed. As... Unharmed as that place can leave you.

[The heat is doing something to that shoulder though. He shifts to rub at it, the edges of that ice scar peeking out from under his shirt collar.]

Tim, we already agreed to take him out if we see him again.

Good. Add me to that plan.

[The heat isn't going down even a little. He hooks a finger of his free hand in Jonah's collar and pulls it to see a little better.]

Done and do... ne?

[He doesn't stop Tim, but he holds his breath when it's visible, the large ice burn scar in his shoulder branching to his chest and neck.]

... That the Lonely or him, directly?

[Sigh.]

Him directly.

Oh good. [Fuck killing him. He'll keep the bastard alive.]

Right. Good to know.

... [He looks Jonah in the eyes, a familiar concern in around the vibrant hue starting to soak them.] Is it still messing with you?

Mmmmostly just when Algric touches it. I haven't gotten it in any other extreme temperatures yet. Algric actually wanted me to ask you about it.

To... what? Try to counter it?

I suppose? I guess he thinks heat may help it.

Yyyyyou know I'm not great at this yet? Like, really uncontrolled.

I know. It's why I haven't asked.

[He kinda tugs the shirt back in place, moving Tim's hand gently from it.]

I don't know what to do about it.

[Yeah, he pulls that hand back. Not willing to risk hurting Jonah further. As much as it might be delightful.]

What.. is it doing?

Mostly just be uncomfortable? But when Algric touches it, it's... Like it's fresh and hurting.

So... is it separating you and Algric?

Not entirely. Just... Can't touch that shoulder.

[So, nearly a whole side of him, likely in fear of accidentally causing pain...]

I can try. If you want.

I honestly don't even know what you would do or are supposed to do.