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[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.

[ Yeah. Algric deserves that argument. Any and all. But for now, right here…

This is good. ]

It’s okay. We’ve gotten through terrible things before. Whatever happens, we’re going to help you.

[ This is very good. ]

Right. We're all going home tonight.

[The moth nods, leaning his head against each of theirs before starting to pull away.]

Um. The... Where you have to go. Do either of you have a torch?

[ Algric reluctantly detaches then. ]

I have my mobile?

That could work.

[He's still keeping one or two hands on the both of them, like he's scared to let go now that he made contact. But he looks around because there isn't... really much of use in here. Looks back to them both.]

Then I can take you, whenever you're ready. I just can't go in with you.

[ Tim looks first up and Jon and then to Algric. There is something... safe about this area but-

the image they walked into is still bright in his mind. Oh, oh Jon is ALSO getting an argument. After they make sure his dumb ass is safe. ]

... Yeah. Yeah, I think I am.

What are we going to be up against?

I’d like to know that too.

[ Algric gets out his mobile then, and checks the light: seems to work. ]

[Jon looks to them both, antennae working as he thinks of how to... explain this.]

It- It isn't. Quite so much a... 'Final boss' sort of thing as it is... Hm. You've both walked through a lot of his-my marks already. But.

[He leans down to be eye level with them both.]

What was the first to mark us? That is what grips us. It's why we were here to start with.

[ He knows that there was a story, something that traumatized him young, the bully snatched but... No, that's not how the Eye operates, is it.

... But this isn't an area where Tim will risk a guess. He shakes his head slightly and looks to Algric. ]

[ Oh. Oh god. Algric knows, of course; he goes even paler than … well. ]

That’s - that’s going to be Web, then.