curriculum_fictae

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[The thing that held Jonathan Sims together broke that night in the hospital. Tim didn't visit, Algric had left him alone to be with Martin, and Martin... Well, he ruined that. He'd been quiet in that ward, but he broke alone there. And then carefully put himself back together.

There are so, so many bigger things around him, around all of them, that he can't allow himself to be broken. But there are still so many cracks and it feels like everything is pressing down on them, trying to crack it further. Like a broken vase threatening to break irreparably if it falls again. The idea that - that office romance is what breaks him feels absurd in the shadow of monstrous fear entities and their murderous boss and actual, literal monsters. There's no reason that something so fucking human and base should be what gets to him. But it is. And he can't help it.

Jon chances a look up at Tim, eyes shining and wet before he blinks rapidly, then takes his glasses off to rub at the corners of his eyes. He's right on the verge.]

Then. [God, he can barely get the words out with how thick his throat feels trying to keep it together.] Th-then I suppose I have thinking to do. So I can figure that out.