[ 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.
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. ]
[ Jon shifts a little in encouragement. Yes, that's fine. Go on with that. Christ he's sleepy now that he's... vertical. Horizontal. The- the flat one. With the lying down. ]
Never was much good at 'fun'. But- just too busy for it. Always- always feeling like I'm watched.
It's not paranoia when it turns out they are watching.
[ martin swallows hard, trying to figure out how bold he wants to be. lightly, gingerly, he combs two fingers through maybe an inch of jon's hair, just because he can't ever fathom getting this opportunity again. ]
Sorry if I made you self conscious about your hair.
[ There's a sort of response, some kind of affirmative noise mixed in with something happy and comfortable and satisfied and very very sleepy. The only real tell is that he shifts into the touch, but otherwise he's simply settling in and starting to drift off.
There's a low, steady wheezing breath in and out only a few minutes later.]
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[ he's just going to try to catch and grab jon's pillow, thanks. ]
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Not if I'm focused on some- give it. Give it back.
[ Like the mature adult he is.]
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[ 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. ]
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[ He's grabbing for it again and tugging harder. ]
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Fine, fine, sure. I guess.
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You’re terrible. Why did I invite you over to beat me up. Honestly.
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[ he's still laughing, a little helplessly. ]
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Ping.
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[ he's burying his face in his hands. ]
I'm so glad you're here.
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[ He looks over at the television. ]
Can they do that? Cars, I mean...
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[ he's also staring at the television now. ]
I dunno. I should get my driving license.
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Sorry, what?
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Not that bit.
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What? They do, when you're not being prickly, or - or taking pictures of their homes.
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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Never was much good at 'fun'. But- just too busy for it. Always- always feeling like I'm watched.
It's not paranoia when it turns out they are watching.
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You still feel like you're being watched here?
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[ Oh, that's- that's quite nice, actually. Yes, he'll sink a little.]
Less, though. Like there's- there's a filter. Or a curtain. Like it's harder.
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[ martin swallows hard, trying to figure out how bold he wants to be. lightly, gingerly, he combs two fingers through maybe an inch of jon's hair, just because he can't ever fathom getting this opportunity again. ]
Sorry if I made you self conscious about your hair.
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He doesn't stifle a yawn.]
Didn't- didn't make me self-conscious. It's- what it is. To be fair, everyone's- [ another yawn] Everyone's thought I was forty since I was eight.
[ He swallows and sort of opens and closes his mouth a few times before he actually speaks again.]
You're comfortable.
[ Definitely drowsy.]
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[ he feels like a stupid kid with a crush, his ears warm and stomach vaguely knotted. they're drunk, yeah, but this is - sweet.
jon is sweet, and he wishes everyone could see it. ]
I'm gonna watch the movie for a bit, okay?
[ except his fingers are sinking experimentally into jon's hair, now. maybe he can put him to sleep. ]
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There's a low, steady wheezing breath in and out only a few minutes later.]
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it's a better sleep than he expects. ]
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