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[kayakking]

YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.

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[curriculum_fictae]

How - how did I forget. God, I ...

[ He knows how, but still. ]

[kayakking]

[Tim's fingers slip off the button and cover his mouth. He just breathes, tears falling, unremarked.

It was her. ]

Christ.

[The birthday is continues, a glimpse into a time that seemed so much simpler than it was. A rocky start, a new coworker. A friend who got promoted over another.

And Elias.]

[secreteary]

[survivor's guilt is a hell of a thing. for his part, Martin doesn't know what to say that hasn't already been expressed...but he does put an arm around Tim's shoulders, blinking back mist in his own eyes.

let it out, Tim. they're here for you.]

[eyediot]

[Jon is sitting, listening. He barely remembers this, after the last few months of horror and trauma. Was this really maybe the last time they were all happy together? There must be other times, but they aren't coming to mind.

He leans in a bit, resting a hand on Tim's arm to give a little squeeze.]

That's really her.

[kayakking]

[He takes a ragged, shuddering breath and nods.]

I... yeah.

[Watery eyes find Jonah, and ... were it in other circumstances. A find he made himself and listened to alone... it would have been a torture of his own devising, the realization he didn't know her. And maybe never had.


But this, as a gift given. It's some of her BACK.]

Thank you.

[secreteary]

[there's a loud, wet sniff from behind Tim; Martin is giving the tape recorder a watery smile.]

Who knew that there'd be a good side to The Archive?

[curriculum_fictae]

R-right? Seems impossible, but.

[ But here it is, the evidence right in front of them. ]

[eyediot]

There aren't many, no.

[Jonah sort of shifts nervously where he'd moved to stand, give them space.]

"You're welcome."