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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.

LITERALLY.

Kinda the premise.

Why not? Might as well use this to our advantage.

[ He nudges Martin with the second package, gently. ]

[Martin snickers to him.]

"The Time Travel Tea Club", maybe?

[but then!!! he's reminded that there's a second(!!!) gift.]

Oh, right-

[setting the teas down on the coffee table, Martin tentatively reaches out (TWO presents!!! gosh), eyes darting up to Algric's face to check if this is really his, then opening it with as much care as the first.]

A teardis, perhaps.

[ It's definitely for Martin, okay. Inside ... is a spiral notebook. A nice one, though not expensive. The pages are already filled with recipes, mostly their mother's. ]

That's awful-

[but before he can chide Algric more, the wrapping falls away. Martin's eyes widen.

it's his turn to choke up and get teary-eyed, and he looks up at Algric with wonder.]

You... You found it. I thought-

Y-yeah. I mean, I knew where it was. I just ... didn't find it in time. Back home. Ended up with the estate.

I--

[blinking back tears, Martin holds it close.]

You shouldn't just give it to me; we should share it.

Martin, we live together. Of course we're going to share it.

I'm just! I don't know, I'm making sure!

All right, all right. It's a gift for you, but we'll share. All right?

Yeah, that's. Perfect. Like...like brothers should.

Y - yes. Brothers.

[ His gaze drifts again to those papers. ]

...You should show Jonah. It's for both of you, really.

I - I will. Of course. I -

Thank you, Martin.

My pleasure.

[it's said so casually, like acquiring forgeries is the easiest thing in the world.]

In an ideal world...what do you want to do? After finishing off Elias?

[ God, what a thought that is. Algric rubs at his face. ]

Get married? Find a job I don't hate? Move out eventually, but - but not too far. Maybe a little garden.

Yeah... Not too far. Tim'd be lonely and would hound you.

Among other people, surely.

I- Well. Y-yeah. Jon'd miss you.

[okay, fine]

And me.

So I'll stay close.

Yes. Well. Good.

[Martin rubs his arm, fidgeting and eyes darting around.]

Look, can I just-?

[he huffs, frustrated and embarrassed. finally:]

Oh...sod it.

[is he going to do it? yeah, he's going to do it. Algric's getting pulled in for a hug.]

[ Oh -

Somehow he wasn't expecting that? But he clings back anyway. ]

Martin ...

[how to explain...]

I still...hate myself. That hasn't changed. But it's pretty hard to hate you.

[ Algric laughs weakly at that. Not unkindly. ]

Yeah. Yeah, that - that seems about right.

[Algric might hear a small, nearly unnoticeable sniff when Martin pulls back, eyes shining and smiling uncertainly.]

Why don't we, erm. L-let's get back to the others, yeah? Show Jonah the papers.

[ Oh, Martin. Algric's smile is a bit warmer. ]

Yes. Let's do that.

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