[ in the safety of Jon's flat is when Martin can't avoid what he's been holding in any longer. the disassociative state he'd been hovering in starts falling away.
he stares at the faded carpet, and that prickling comes back. he's solid and visible, but his colors so muted and his voice comes through with terrible, quiet echo. ]
I remember how immaculately my mum kept the house when she was well. It was a real point of pride for her to have a spotless home. That's one reason why I started learning how to do it; because she couldn't anymore. But she missed it. Missed when Dad would come home and...and thank her for everything...
[Jon listens to that, draping one blanket over Martin's shoulders and lets him talk it out.
What does he even say to this? Sure, his grandmother passed recently, but the relationship wasn't nearly as complicated and terse as Martin's was with his mum. There's nothing he can say. So the best he can do is listen.]
[Martin takes a deep breath, drawing the blanket closer around himself. the exhale shakes on its way out of his lungs, but he manages to turn to Jon and smile just a little, even if it doesn't reach his eyes, already a little puffy.]
I have no idea what I need, so...maybe I don't have to... To drag us both to the beach. M-maybe this could just be. Something...nice.
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he stares at the faded carpet, and that prickling comes back. he's solid and visible, but his colors so muted and his voice comes through with terrible, quiet echo. ]
I remember how immaculately my mum kept the house when she was well. It was a real point of pride for her to have a spotless home. That's one reason why I started learning how to do it; because she couldn't anymore. But she missed it. Missed when Dad would come home and...and thank her for everything...
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What does he even say to this? Sure, his grandmother passed recently, but the relationship wasn't nearly as complicated and terse as Martin's was with his mum. There's nothing he can say. So the best he can do is listen.]
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...Sorry. I-I'll stop.
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I have no idea what I need, so...maybe I don't have to... To drag us both to the beach. M-maybe this could just be. Something...nice.
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[He says that slowly, gently. Trying to be kind.]
But yeah. We can stay here a bit.
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[Jon's doing his best. that makes Martin sniffle just a little.]
What about...movie a-and a cuddle? I could order something nice to get delivered, or...
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But yes, I. I think that works just fine.
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Thai, maybe? And you pick the movie, then.