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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.

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[eyediot]

....I'm sorry, Algric.

[curriculum_fictae]

It's - it doesn't matter to me. She was already dead for me.

[eyediot]

...But you had to see it this time. You were there.

[curriculum_fictae]

Because I caused it.

[eyediot]

...

[Jon watches, then decides fuck it all. Words? Never good at them when it comes to consoling, so instead he reaches to pull Algric in for an embrace.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh? Oh, that's -

Algric is startled into clinging back, gripping Jon's back. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon holds him tightly, close.]

I'm still sorry. All the same.

[curriculum_fictae]

I - I just ...

I didn't mean to.

[eyediot]

I know. I know you didn't, Algric.

[curriculum_fictae]

I hate to have taken her from Martin.

[eyediot]

I know. But. You have each other to help heal.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric stops at that, sucking in a breath. ]

Like ... having a brother.

[eyediot]

I... Yes, that is a way to look at it. A good way, I think.

[curriculum_fictae]

We did comfort each other after. As best we could.

[eyediot]

Good. I'm relieved to hear that.

[He settles to rubbing Algric's back, careful of the bad spots, his fingers lightly dancing around each scar without touching.]

Would you feel better with some tea in your hands?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Thanks Jon. He tenses a bit, then relaxes as Jon avoids the scarred spots. ]

Only if you let me make tea for both of us.

[eyediot]

...All right, Algric. Both of us, then.

[curriculum_fictae]

R-right. Right, let me just -

[ He gets up to go get the water heated up. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon will follow, a little worried and wanting to stick close by.]

Do you need any help?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh, ah. Fetch me some teabags?

[eyediot]

On it.

[Teabags it is!! He'll dig out the looseleaf bags, a nice mint tea for the season.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ And by then, the water is warm, so ... ]

Thank you, Jon.

[eyediot]

You're more than welcome, Algric.

[Teabags handed over, and he's getting a little sugar and cream for his own.]

You and Martin are going to work on some Polish traditions?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric settles in with his mug, then. ]

Y-yes. For Christmas Eve.

[eyediot]

I've never seen the tradition before. I'm looking forward to it.