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Of course, yes. Do you need me to lead?

[Of course he does, but Jon still wants to give the option here.]

Please, um. I keep banging into the stairs.

Right.

Just, ah.

I'm standing in front of you, just. Reach out and grip the back of my shirt, then? I don't- um. I don't want to hurt you right now.

You - you do seem terribly chilly. Is Sparrow all right?

[ He gently grips the back of Jonah's shirt. ]

[Starts leading him up the stairs carefully.]

It, um. Apparently I was the only one who wasn't there. We won, but everyone is... deeply upset and hurting.

Ah. That ... doesn't surprise me. One of the worst ones so far.

From what I was told, it does sound like it. Apparently there was a large argument. I still don't know the details but... We have. A lot of younger ones on our team that aren't taking 'there is no right answer' situation well.

... Ah. That sort of thing then. It takes a while to get used to that.

It does. This is likely the first time they've been in a situation with no right answer.

Versus us living through that daily in Archives, yeah?

[He gives a little huff of a laugh as he gets to Martin's door.]

Yeah. And trying to stop the end of the world. This one came pre-destroyed.

Also that. Yeah.

[ He feels his way up the stairs with the hand that isn’t clinging to Jon. ]

I do wonder sometimes. What power did it here. Or if it was simply “man is the most dangerous animal” after all.

Not sure.

[He'll get Martin's door open for him and gently lead him inside. Still... Looks like home, yep.]

Less eventful than ours, I can safely say.

... Right. You've seen it, haven't you.

[ Martin awkwardly lowers himself to the bed. ]

Yes. I-i have.

[Just helps Martin sit and looks at his face properly now, being careful.]

They did do quite a number on you, didn't they....

[ Totally and firmly sewn shut - though his eyes are intact underneath. ]

Y. YEs. Bit sore, though not actively painful, at least.

[Jonah nods even if he can't see it and starts looking around.]

Have you got a - A small knife or scissors here?

Sewing scissors over on the end table, yes.

Right, got that.

[Getting those and. Well, it's not the worst impromptu surgery he's done, but might be the most delicate. He doesn't want to fuck this up.]

Don't- Don't move, all right? My hands are, um. A bit colder, but I'll try my best.

... I mean. Could be good if you miss, yeah?

....Why would that be good? I'd rather not hurt you.

N-no, I mean - if you miss, being able to numb the pain would be. Good.

Ah. That. Is true, I suppose.

[Just. Going to start gently trying to nudge the thread to give some slack so he can cut the first thread. It goes through easy enough though the cold is there against Martin's eye.]

All right. First one done.

[ Way too close. Martin gulps a bit and does his best to hold still. ]

Better - better do the next one before I try opening both, yeah?

Y-yes. I'll try to make it quick.

[Gonna just get on that- Boa taking pity and he starts cutting through this one as well. Slow and steady but with purpose.]

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