[It was the agreed upon date. Holidays over but some lingering knickknacks still around. Taking a long look at himself in the mirror before making his way to the kitchen. It would be the simplest to explain to first responders, "a cleaning accident in the kitchen, everyone on the other side of the home and didn't realize-" and not be questioned too much about it.
[Tim shifts from where he has been in the doorway. The date has been a thunderous element all day. Damn it all for having to BE something premeditated.
It was this bad, and it wasn't HIM about to put out his eyes... He can hardly imagine how it is for Jon.]
Yeah.
... Okay. [He gets the number keyed in, but not sent through, his phone set on the counter.]
[Martin wants to protest. wants to argue that they can't possibly have tried everything.
instead, he's on Jon's other side from Algric, one comforting hand on Jon's back while trying to stop himself from nervously chewing his thumb. it's that or start crying.
this is so unfair. so unfair, and so horribly cruel. hatred for Elias burns in his gut, but it's not the time for that now. he has to be strong for Jon.
take a deep breath. exhale. one more.
good.]
We're right here. Okay? Do you- You c-can. Hold my hand if you want to.
[He sips at his tea again before looking up at Algric. To Martin, to Tim.
All of this started before Algric showed up, but it really started snowballing into what it is now when he did. They would've been kept in the dark for so long if not for him.
'Memorise their faces'. God. What a phrase. But he isn't wrong, Jon.. does want to commit them to memory. There is no calm, not-horrible way to do this. Which is likely the whole point. This is both better and worse than trying to do it alone like he'd originally thought he would.
[Martin steps away and back, giving Jon the room to breathe and do as he needs to, to...god. yeah. he pivots, diminishing himself by pressing his back against the edge of the counter. breathing room given, but hand still well within view and reach whenever Jon's ready and willing to take it.
"I'll just finish this tea first." it's stupid to eye the mug and hate it as it counts down, sip by sip.
Martin hates himself even as the very, very bad attempt at cheer leaves his mouth:]
On the bright side, this time next week we'll have a very nice dog to keep us all company?
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[goodbye earl melody] CAUSE JON HAD TO BLIND
Jon sits at the table just... Thinking.]
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... Are you ready?
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Not really, no. But. Now or never.
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It was this bad, and it wasn't HIM about to put out his eyes... He can hardly imagine how it is for Jon.]
Yeah.
... Okay. [He gets the number keyed in, but not sent through, his phone set on the counter.]
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I know I've asked but. Just to be sure one more time. You're absolutely certain there's no other way to leave the Institute and all of it for good?
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instead, he's on Jon's other side from Algric, one comforting hand on Jon's back while trying to stop himself from nervously chewing his thumb. it's that or start crying.
this is so unfair. so unfair, and so horribly cruel. hatred for Elias burns in his gut, but it's not the time for that now. he has to be strong for Jon.
take a deep breath. exhale. one more.
good.]
We're right here. Okay? Do you- You c-can. Hold my hand if you want to.
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I just. I'll finish this tea first.
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Right. Take your time.
Anything else? - bloody hell it sounds awful to say out loud, but I DO mean that in the can I get you anything, not the loaded way.
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All of this started before Algric showed up, but it really started snowballing into what it is now when he did. They would've been kept in the dark for so long if not for him.
'Memorise their faces'. God. What a phrase. But he isn't wrong, Jon.. does want to commit them to memory. There is no calm, not-horrible way to do this. Which is likely the whole point. This is both better and worse than trying to do it alone like he'd originally thought he would.
Slow, deep breath. Then he nods.]
All right.
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"I'll just finish this tea first." it's stupid to eye the mug and hate it as it counts down, sip by sip.
Martin hates himself even as the very, very bad attempt at cheer leaves his mouth:]
On the bright side, this time next week we'll have a very nice dog to keep us all company?