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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.

LITERALLY.

Kinda the premise.

As you should.

[His hand slips down from where it had settled, and he hops down to the fridge, grabbing two more out of it.]

Onwards, to comfort.

[He watches Tim, then looks down at the ring on his finger. Wonders how he's gotten to be so lucky after everything that's happened.

Gets up to follow after him from the kitchen as they leave.]

You know, that couch belongs in the London Museum? Most comfortable couch in the world.

Oh, it might. But it'll take a full on Harrison Ford inna hat heist to drag it from my cold, unyielding hands.

[With a grin he flops against one of the armrests, setting his drink down on the coffee table, unopened still.]

[Jonah watches him, taking in that sight. It's good. It's good seeing Tim relaxed and happy.]

I don't think I need to point out the irony of you having 'cold' hands.

[And then flops onto the couch proper next to him.]

Relative to my heart, clearly.

[And an arm hooks around Jonah, pulling him close.]

Oof- [Yeah yeah pull him in, he's like a ragdoll at this point for this group. Easy to manhandle.]

You say that and yet...

[He's warm with drink and the nervy relaxation that comes from a long and hard conversation.]

Goodness me. The sass on this one.

I did ask why me, and you knew full well what you were getting into.

Guilty as charged, but absolutely irrelevant to the crimes at hand.

Hm.

[It's easy to sink into Tim's warmth, leaning into his side. The comfort is a a balm for the icy scar in his shoulder, helping ease it back.]

What would you have preferred, then? I'm fairly certain I can muster up some old fashioned paranoid boss Jon.

Oof. Pass. Just not my favorite vintage.

More of this, if you don't mind.

Easy enough.

[Just. Settles in here into Tim's side.]

Thank you for listening, Tim. To. To all of that.

[His arm tightens and he breathes out, sinking against Jon. The cool of the shoulder only registers a little now..]

I... thank you for telling me it. Like, I knew but I also had no idea...

It's hard to see the whole picture when you're in it, you know? But if my experience can help keep this Jon - your Jon - safe and maybe save the world? Fair trade, I think.

That's... that's the hope.

Good of you to have it.

[He stretches a bit, that ingrained feral cat mindset easing a bit now that there's somewhere warm to settle into.]

I'll do my best.

Yeah? Me too.

[It doesn't help that he runs fingers through Jon's hair right now, honestly.]

Seriously, with all of us working on it...

[It really does not help him at all. In fact, it is contrary to any attempt of having a conversation or drinking that beer they brought over.]

We're bound to figure it out.... I'm sure.

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