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[corkscrewed]

[ martin will take the controller, picking out some sort of heist film that had been rated pretty highly. and then he slides the controller onto the coffee table, trying to get comfortable. ]

I'm glad you still want to, um. Hang out, away from work.

[epistemological]

There's a lot less to do here.

[ He settles back against the cushions in what is clearly his favorite spot.]

Even- even working the library as often as I do, I end up here most nights. Since we, uh, since we figured out better regulations.

[corkscrewed]

More comfortable than that cot you let me borrow, I bet.

[ he's trying to settle himself, but there's still a weird, sick adrenaline in his system. ]

[epistemological]

Usually, when I sleep in my office there I just pass out on the desk so... mixed?

[corkscrewed]

[ martin would not do this sober, but he is drunk with his (former) boss in his (former) boss's flat getting ready to watch a movie, so maybe he's a little bolder than he would usually be.



he smacks jon with a throw pillow. ]

Don't sleep on your desk.

[epistemological]

[ Jon startles like a fussy old woman and looks over at Martin, utterly scandelized.]

I don't do it on purpose.

[ He's got one of his own, you know. So enjoy that thwack back.]

[corkscrewed]

I feel like it stops being an accident after the first time.

[ he's going to counter-counter smack him >/ ]

[epistemological]

You don't stop being tired after the first time.

[ And a return thwack back.]

[corkscrewed]

You should be able to - to figure out you're getting that exhausted, Jon.

[ he's just going to try to catch and grab jon's pillow, thanks. ]

[epistemological]

[ Jon's flailing it around enough it'll be harder to catch but he's also terrible at literally anything physical so-]

Not if I'm focused on some- give it. Give it back.

[ Like the mature adult he is.]

[corkscrewed]

No. You clearly can't be trusted to use it responsibly.

[ he's just going to shove his own under own his butt, thanks, so he can try to steal jon's with both of his hands. ]

[epistemological]

I'm using it the same as you.

[ He's grabbing for it again and tugging harder. ]

[corkscrewed]

[ and then martin just bursts into laughter, because what else is he supposed to do while fighting over a pillow with jonathan sims? he releases it. ]

Fine, fine, sure. I guess.

[epistemological]

[ Jon has been tugging so he ends up flopping back towards the couch. He scrambled up. ]

You’re terrible. Why did I invite you over to beat me up. Honestly.

[corkscrewed]

I tried to go play pinball.

[ he's still laughing, a little helplessly. ]

[epistemological]

[ Jon reaches over and pokes his leg. ]

Ping.

[corkscrewed]

I didn't say I wanted to be pinball, you-

[ he's burying his face in his hands. ]

I'm so glad you're here.

[epistemological]

Well, that’s nice to hear. New. Different.

[ He looks over at the television. ]

Can they do that? Cars, I mean...

[corkscrewed]

Is not. Practically everyone likes you.

[ he's also staring at the television now. ]

I dunno. I should get my driving license.

[epistemological]

[ Jon blinks at him. ]

Sorry, what?

[corkscrewed]

Meant when I go home. Obviously not here. I mean - it's probably silly, I can't ever imagine having a car, but it'd be nice to be able to, right?

[epistemological]

[ He reaches over to poke him again. ]

Not that bit.

[corkscrewed]

[ he swats that hand away. ]

What? They do, when you're not being prickly, or - or taking pictures of their homes.

[epistemological]

Nonsense.

[ Followed by a snort and, now that he's already leaning over, he's going to take one of the pillows and put it against Martin's leg to lay down on. Because he'd leaned over a little far and leaning back up is hard. He'd rather do this.]

Also people seem to think I'm always prickly. Blows holes in your theory.

[corkscrewed]

Well - well, I mean, you- you usually are, at work. Tim says you got a lot less fun when you took the Archivist job.

[ martin is going to deliberate for a full minute, before he oh-so-carefully rests his fingers against the back of jon's shoulder. since he's lying there like that and all. ]