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[epistemological]

"I don't cheat," he grouses, "you can't cheat on Mario Kart. You're just upset I'm better at it than you. The one thing..."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"One thing. You think it's just one thing?"

He reaches over to pull the blanket over Jon's face. "Shut up."

[epistemological]

A deep snort.

"Being better at getting kidnapped is hard- Daniel!"

He is now covered in blanket.

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Yes, Jonathan?"

And he wraps an arm around his blanketed friend.

"Also, I'm better at kidnapping, so that cancels out."

[epistemological]

There is an Archivist in a blanket. Being hugged.

Things could be worse.

"Shall I count this as a kidnapping, then?"

[mrballisticsdummy]

"I think this is just false imprisonment. Kidnapping means taking someone to another location."

He curls up beside him, feet on the couch, and then adjusts the blanket so that they are both underneath it.

[epistemological]

"So no fear of being transported to a secondary location?" he asks with a chuckle before nudging Jacobi under the covers.

"Not that there are very many locations at the moment."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"I think it counts even if I move you to your bedroom," he explains.

"And no. Not that many yet. I should go searching for my cabin but...who cares now?"

[epistemological]

"So we are going for kidnapping. We're just adding wrongful imprisonment to the mix."

A soft huff of a laugh.

"Daniel, that's terrible for a new warden. On another ship, you'd have two years added to your sentence."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Yeah, but see that sounds normal. Also everything I did was lawful. It wasn't...right, but it was lawful sorta. That's why Warren was a whatever-you-called it."

He gives him a nudge. "That's why I got my own personal torture ship."

[epistemological]

Jon will turn a very 'firm' eye on him.

"Oh? Did it have your name on it? Did you put a flag in it?"

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Not personal ship. Personal trauma. Keep up."

He leans over and presses a very affectionate kiss on his cheek before pulling out of the blanket. "Come on. That's enough excitement for you."

[epistemological]

"You're the one who said ship!"

Because pedantics over everything. Especially when he's being coddled. He'll lean into the kiss. And he hates that he has to ask but-

"...do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

[mrballisticsdummy]

After unburying himself, he tucks Jon in against the couch. Nice and snug and with at least his head free.

"Yeah. I do. You aren't - devastated by this, Jon. You've gotten more emotional about random shit than this."

[epistemological]

Ah, Jacobi.

"Not for my sake," he says a little more quietly, "for- for Martin. I just-

"I know how far he'll bend to try and make me happy. I know how much he'll twist himself into pieces. A-and I know how close to the Lonely he is. It all- all of it feels like- like I'll only hurt him no matter what I do."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Maybe. But Martin is a big boy," he sits back beside him, leaning on his blanketed self. "And you can't - do that to yourself, either."

[epistemological]

"I mean, I could. Perhaps- perhaps I even should. He.. practically gave himself up to the Lonely for me. It was- it was for me, for all that I hated it."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Yeah, fuck that. Don't do that. You still did cheat on him, you know."

He says it carefully, but he's not shielding him from the truth.

[epistemological]

A breath out as he winces.

"I did. Regardless of what I thought, I did."

He swallows.

"And he'd... he'd probably forgive me that too."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Yeah, but he shouldn't. You kind of...already showed your priorities, you know. And it's okay that Martin wasn't at the top. But if he wants something you don't want, then it's not fair, is it?"

He sighs. "Look, I was a really shitty boyfriend once. And he didn't deserve what I did to him. And I should have let him go a long time before he hated me."

[epistemological]

There's just a nod, though it's obvious Jon's barely able to breathe at the thought. Martin is-

He loves Martin.

He. loves. Martin.

...but he'll be damned if he'll hurt him anymore. Or make him watch as Jon loses his bloody mind out of boredom and grows bitter. The idea of snapping at him again like he used to makes his empty stomach clench.

"I... I hope he'll allow for friendship. I'd understand if he didn't."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Yup. And you're going to have to accept if he doesn't. He gets to set the rules."

He gives him a gentle nudge again. "It'll be alright," he promises him.

[epistemological]

He nods again.

"I know."

A breath out.

"He'll be happy. I know he will be. Not- not at first. But he's- he's lovely. Always has been. I'm the one that had to pull my head out of my arse.

"He'll be fine. Better if it's without me."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"Maybe," he says softly. "But now you have to figure out what you want. And - I don't know - have a midlife crisis or something."

[epistemological]

"...does it tell you how ready I am for that that I'm already considering a mustache?"

He's already starting to feel ill about this.