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[corkscrewed]

When you what?

[ jon will hear the sounds of movement; it's clear martin is walking very briskly. then, pointedly: ]

You didn't die, did you?

[epistemological]

No!. I just- I saw into a rip in the fabric of reality and it was a bit much.

As I said, I’m fine.

[ A pause before-]

Are you on your way here?

[corkscrewed]

Uh - no--?

[ but the footsteps definitely... draw to a stop. ]

I mean - should I- not be?

[epistemological]

Well, you’re welcome over, of course. But I am fine.

[ There’s a faint huff. ]

Congratulations on your first inmate, incidentally.

[corkscrewed]

Well, you said you were back in your cabin, so I thought-

[ he'd taken it as an invitation. and the walking will resume, because he's coming to check on you anyway jon!!! ]

And, uh, thanks. It's kind of frightening. I hope I do a good job.

[epistemological]

From all I saw, Mr. Flint has seemed relatively civil and reasonable.

[ Namely, he hasn’t made a fuss specifically at Jon or anyone he knows that he’s heard of.]

And yes, I’m in my cabin. The whole thing has me- [Seeing oddly. ] I thought it best to rest my head before attempting the library.

[ Which might be a big red flag that something is up because when has Jon ever been reasonable about his own health? ]

[corkscrewed]

Good to hear, thank you.

[ and yES THIS IS RED FLAG.

casually: ]

When's the last time you ate something? I'm a little peckish now that some of the worry's died off.

[epistemological]

[ There’s a short pause. ]

I...had something. I’m sure.

[corkscrewed]

... I'll be there as soon as I swing by the dining area first.

[epistemological]

You do realize the whole place got shaken and stirred, don’t you?

[ He’s not trying to be difficult. It was just more work to get food.

Not that he really... tried. ]

[corkscrewed]

Yeah, but there should still be something there. Right? Nothing fancy, but - you can't not eat, Jon.

[ he sounds a little distressed. ]

[epistemological]

I’m not- just come here. I’ve a few things and the cupboards look as if they’re relatively intact.

[corkscrewed]

[ ugh!!!! ]

Fine. I'll be there in just a minute.

[epistemological]

You’re on my filter so just walk in.

[ He’s hardly in the mood for knocking. He needs to straighten up a little: not his flat, which he’d already done. But he looks a little like he’s seen Forever. Mostly because he had. ]

[corkscrewed]

Sure. Um - see you soon, Jon.

[ and he will!! >( ]

[epistemological]

[ Martin will walk in to the kettle on and Jon settling up against one side of the couch. You know. Casual. Definitely not like he had needed a rest again. If he’s watching very carefully, he might catch the relief at seeing him again. If he misses it, he won’t be able to miss the fact that Jon is drained and more than a little wobbly. But he’s of course going to pretend as if none of this is true. ]

Afternoon, Martin.