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[ Right. So for a moment then, in this swarm of other faces, some familiar, some not, he takes a moment to trace along the cheek of a face of someone he doesn't know, but has a precious name. ]

... Memories, maybe?

[ Algric recognizes more, of course, and that’s enough to lead him to the right conclusion, probably. ]

Ah. Statements, I think.

[The cold does seem to settle, in that way that the chill creeps into and over bone and muscle alike. One would almost think they were in this forever and had always been.]

Statements...

[ That's... a LOT of statements. Tim takes a deep, soothing breath and lets it back out. ]

Right. Lets not waste time, who knows what Elias is doing.

Up or down?

[ Which direction IS that recorder whir coming from? ]

[ God, that chill. Algric shivers, feeling it keenly. They've always been here. There is no way out. ]

I ... up, maybe? I don't know...

[Going up is a long, almost exhausting journey of its own. But the lights are steady and continuous as they spiral up and around. The portraits star to dwindle until there aren't anymore, at least.

They eventually will make their way to a heavy, metal door, cracked open. The recorder sounding is louder from inside. But the room itself is a panic room. Disheveled and frantic as someone has been living there and trying not to be seen. But it's hard to be ignored when the being in question is the large, multi-limbed winged man curled up on the little cot. Green and black winged with green blotches spotted all over. He looks up when he hears them, eyes wide.]

You're here...

[ Up they go, for what feels like an eternity, and then ...

And then there's a door. And someone past it. Algric's eyes go wide as he takes in the image of ... of ...

Gosh, he doesn't know how he feels about this. It's probably horrifying? It is horrifying, but those wings are just lovely? He swallows thickly. ]

Jon? It's - it's you. Has to be.

Almost, yes.

[He watches them both for a moment, all in pure disbelief.]

You both really came looking for him? M-me?

[ Those wings... those limbs. Is this what Jon is, as much as Tim's waxy flesh is now his, or the insubstantial, bitingly cold hand in his own is Algrics? ]

Of course... We want to help.

[ Probably. That seems ... likely.

Algric shifts forward a bit, but not far enough to leave Tim's grip. He might disappear otherwise. ]

Yes, Jon. We've been looking for you. To - to try to figure this out. Wake you up.

[Those dark bottomless eyes watch them, the little fuzzy antennae shifting a bit. Then he nods, starting to get up and. He's quite tall, almost having to lean down in this small panic room. Trying not to step on any of the recorders or statement folders strewn about.]

I know where you have to go, then. I-if you're really trying to wake me up. But it's... You won't like it.

[ That's... huge. It's a bit like having stepped into the Looking Glass, except it's all horror instead of whimsy. ]

I haven't liked nearly anything so far.

What is it going to take?

[ Holy -

Algric had something to say here, but he's overwhelmed by the sight of BIG MOTH JON. Is he blushing?? He's blushing. Despite the Lonely draining every other ounce of colour out of him. ]

[That gaze turns to Algric, Knowing what's going through his mind. Then back to Tim to answer his question.]

You especially won't like this. [A steadying breath, those green spotted blotches slowly coming more into focus on his face. Less shapeless and more distinct. About the size of someone's hand.]

One more door. He's trapped there, and it's. It isn't pleasant. If you're really sure you want to wake me up, I can lead you to it.

[ His hand tightens on Algric's just a little. ]

Jon, we're not leaving you here like this. Whatever it takes.

[ Deep breaths. Stop focusing on amazing moth bod Jon. (But he keeps staring anyway, face red.) ]

Tim - Tim's right. I don't care what it costs.

[Those dark eyes settle on the both of them. Two men he loves dearly, would do anything for. Trying to save him....

He nods, starts to the door but then stops.]

Um. If you want a breather or anything, this may be a good place. It's... Probably the safest place.

[ Algric ... looks to Tim, then looks back at Moth Jon. Look, everything is fucked and he understands this is the worst but.

But he needs a little emotional detour here. ]

Can I, um. Ah. Can I hug you?

[That-

He stares down at Algric. Then carefully, slowly and telegraphed, leans down closer.]

Um. I... I suppose. Sure.

[ Ohhhh. Oh. What a sight that is. Algric carefully detaches from Tim just enough to reach his arms around Moth Jon? So big, and soft, and.

Algric pulls him gently into a hug, burying his face in moth fluff. ]

[MothJon is tense at the touch, unsure what to really expect (Algric left him, Algric broke his promise, Algric hates him-) but then it's soft. It's a little chilly, but not frozen over. Carefully, he wraps two fuzzy legs around him, loose and easy for Algric to pull away from if he wants.]

[ Algric won't stay long; they have better things to do, and um. Look, this is probably weird for Tim and he is very sorry about that. (Maybe Tim wants moth hugs too. A moth hug pile.)

But for a moment, Algric just needs to hold Jon and take a little quiet joy from something as simple as Jon being Big Dumb Fluff Moth and being a lovely hugger. ]

We'll save you, Jon. No matter what it costs.

[ It ... feels a little like a goodbye. A resignation. An admission that he may have screwed this up beyond repair. Whether the "beyond repair" part is too much or not, the "screwed up" part won't go away, will it. ]

[He settles for the moment to hold Algric, his fuzzy, green-scarred face by his. But he keeps his voice low, just for him:] If you're really sure that's what you want.

[He holds him close like that, soaking him up, but looks past at Tim. A third furry leg opening in a welcoming gesture. Open offer.]

[ It was quite the odd sight, a towering moth and a faded man buried in the fluff, wrapped up by it. Tim isn't... entirely sure what to think of it.

But at the open offer he doesn't find himself hesitating either. For as strange as it is... it's still Jon. He can feel that through every nerve and instinct he has.

For a moment, he sets aside the worry, the press of time. The argument that is coming for Algric. And just, wraps up both of them. ]

[The extra arms wrap around Tim, pulling both of them in tight now that he knows there isn't a danger. Holds them both close, whispering gently to them.]

I'm sorry. I'm- I'm so sorry.