[PSL] time travel, time travel

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin had always known that Lukas would kill him in the end. If not along the way, then surely at the end, once he'd gotten what he wanted out of Martin, whatever that turned out to be. When the Lonely rose up to swallow him, he'd accepted his impending death with ... what?

What did he have left, really? Numbness, mostly. A hallucination of Jon in the Lonely, looking for him, but - but that was impossible, ridiculous. His mind playing cruel tricks. He settled himself down in the frigid surf, knees drawn up close to his chest, unshed tears frozen to his cheeks and lashes.

And then. A door. A door that shouldn't exist, that couldn't exist. That he shouldn't take at all. The Lonely was terrible, yes, but it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Martin was aligned enough with it by now to very nearly enjoy it, in a strange and terrible way. The Spiral would be infinitely worse than this quiet beach.

But ... it was hope, too. In a strange way. Hope enough that Martin found himself turning the door handle and stepping through, leaving the false comfort of the Lonely behind him.

The transition was unpleasant. Long. But Martin couldn't remember it after; he only remembered stumbling out through the door of a supply closet somewhere deep in the Archives, blinking up at the dim bulbs that pretended to be sufficient. What time was it? Had he escaped? Where were Lukas and Elias now?

And where was Jon? ]

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[eyediot]

[Jon watches him, eyes focused in a way they hadn't been since he got here. The food's basically forgotten at this point, the tight knot of anxiety in his gut making any further idea of eating a nauseating thought.]

...All right. [Said with that quiet trust he has for Tim. If he doesn't trust anything else, he knows he can trust Tim when it comes to the safety of Martin.

Of course, there's the other side of this. If Martin does respond, then he may have... really fucked this up and it's just him that Martin's avoiding. Same soup just reheated, he guesses.]

[kayakking]

[There's a lot to watch. Tim's expression goes from the nod to Jon to abject, simple relief at seeing the TYPING light up on Martin's end of things. He thinks, for a simple moment, a pure, beautiful moment where everything is clearly okay and things can just be maneuvered back into place, that it doesn't matter what Martin replies with, he's okay.





Then he reads it. Tim's expression clouds and focuses entirely on the phone, typing quickly.]

I can't even begin to relate how much 'forget about me' makes me do the opposite of not worry.

[secreteary]

great then see you later

[kayakking]

[What does that MEAN?

Nope. NOPE. NOPE.]

oh right ill just completely ignore the only friend I've had all the way through this whole mess currently being in distress. Eat my whole arse Martin.

Where are you? I'll pop by WITH all of the info you want and we'll work out a plan.

[secreteary]

stay away i dont want to see anyone i mean it im not responding again algric will be better help anyway

[kayakking]

the shit he will be, it's only you and me uncompromised.

[secreteary]

good luck

[kayakking]

[Oh.



oh.


That? You know? That one hit. The flinch Tim gives is visible to Jon, and on Martin's side of the screen, the bubbles of someone typing starts and stops several times before simply, ... simply clearing.

Tim sets the phone down with a long, bracing sigh.]

So, good news is he's answering. Bad news, he's in a hell of a mood.

I'll go by in person after we're done here. I kind of doubt he's anywhere but home.

[eyediot]

[As soon as Tim says that Martin's answering, everything about Jon lightens. Some of the worry he has just.. dissipates in the wake of relief. At least he's answering someone, even if it means Jon... definitely fucked it up.]

I...All right. I'm glad he's... [Alive? Okay?] Where he can answer.

[kayakking]

Yeaaah. It's... I'll talk to him.

[He turns his phone over and picks his fork back up. Though he really just pokes at the lentils lightly.]

Algric warned me Martin might jump to the being replaced thing real fast, but I think that might be where we are.

[eyediot]

I thought it would be a problem but.

[Yeah, Jon's not even hungry at this point. At least he already sent Tim money for his share.]

It doesn't even matter what or how I said it.

[kayakking]

[Pppppaaaauuuuseees and angles a look up at Jon.]

Why do you think that?

[eyediot]

[Gggggnnnnaaaaaagghhhh Tim.]

When I was talking to him, I spent. Literally the entire time talking about Martin, and. Things between me and him. Algric didn't even come up until he asked, and that's when it all went ....bad.

[kayakking]

[So that's.... that's good? That's a hell of an interpersonal navigation for Jon. But still--]

I'm going to go with what you said and how you said it at that juncture is intensely important.

[eyediot]

[Jon just. Deadpan stares at him.]

First tell me how you would have done it.

[kayakking]

[Challenge accepted.]

Tell me how he asked.

[eyediot]

[Jon starts to sit back a bit, then grimaces at his back and sits forward again. He just... rolls the conversation back over in his mind for the thousandth time.]

He tells me he knows he made it hard for me to explain, that neither of us are good at expressing feelings. Then asked 'what about him'?

[kayakking]

[His eyebrows raise. Well, that didn't actually seem like too bad to an opening. Tim starts to shrug and immediately regrets it.]

Ah- damn.

Right.

[Wait, no how would he do it as JON. This takes a bit more thought.]

I'd probably use it as an opening to talk to him about his feelings about Algric. Get a feel, yeah? Make sure he's in a good place. Like ah- Here.

[He reaches out with his good hand and places it warmly on Jon's, looking deeply into Jon's eyes.]

Let's keep this on you. This is ... well, this is new for me, and I don't want to hurt you. How is this setting with you? I mean, all of this.

[eyediot]

[Jon already wants to pull his hand away because physical touch and Tim is making this way too personal now.]

Oh, I hate this. Don't do that.

[kayakking]

[He gives a small laugh and pulls back. His affect slides back to normal.]

Not how to talk heart to heart with a Jon Sims. Noted.

That IS how I'd do it, though.

[eyediot]

[He leans back again, grits his teeth with the pain and doesn't even bother moving again. This is just what he'll deal with, he'll suck it up. He's had so much worse.]

...I was a little more. To the point. He asked me a question, and I answered and... I thought it was all right. Until it wasn't.

[kayakking]

[That sure is Jon ghosting around details again, isn't it?


God. He can guess what 'more to the point' was like.

No, no he actually doesn't need to hear it. Now.


In a few weeks, when things are better. He'll pin Jon's ass hard on his promise and get all of the horrid details. For now, a bit of mercy might go a long way.]

All right.

...

How badly do you want to make this work?

[eyediot]

[He's expecting to get pinned harder for the details. He's already mentally padded himself for it, trying to go back over it again what exactly he said.]

I said, that I know it's strange, th-the situation, but I feel the same about hi--

[Oh. Tim. Literally didn't ask. Shit. He looks like a deer in headlights for just a brief second before he schools it back, looking just. Aimlessly at the coffee table. Somewhere in his mind's eye, he just envisions that weird table with the patterns... Wondering what happened to it.]

...I don't know. At this point, I'd... Just take Martin speaking to me again.

[kayakking]

[He didn't push but he sure did get it. He ALMOST doesn't hear Jon's actual answer over the sound of processing exactly how that would feed into a Martin already deeply insecure and destructive.]

Well. Good news, that's probably going to happen regardless, because I don't think they know a healthy relationship if they tripped over one.

[eyediot]

[Everything just. Sort of stops. Jon is deathly quiet watching Tim. An insult, to be sure, and one he's already been well acquainted with for most of his adult life. But he really thought he was trying to do better, be better. He can hear the quiet ticking of a clock nearby, counting the seconds of his own breathing.

The muscles of his jaw work for a moment. Then Jon starts carefully closing up the takeout box he was eating out of.]

Right. So, tunnels. The. The supply of Gertrude's. Go from there.

[Maybe when this is over, Tim can survive and go back to publishing. Martin can find something better. And no one will have to deal with his emotionally stunted problems afterward.]