Luck would have it that no one locked the door, so he manages the door (juggling the teapot and the mugs) with little struggle and sighs as the door doesn't slam shut. He sets everything on the table in the common area hesitating, knocking slowly. Deep breath, shakey exhale, and he opens the door. Why should he knock on his own boyfriend's door?
"Hey." He smiles, looking him over as he holds up the blanket. "Extra blanket and tea service."
"You don't need to knock, Martin," he says when the door is open. He gets up from the bed so that he can help carry things, realizing he should have gone out to the common area to help Martin inside.
Jon may or may not be wearing a sweater that Martin left in his room at some point.
"I know. Habit." A pause. "and it's polite to know you know."
He's teasing again, while it's a little out of practice, he's really glad that it's gotten back to this point. He missed Jon, far more than he could put into words. Martin eyes Jon, before he lets out an airy laugh.
"Oh, uhm, yes. I suppose it is." As if the fact that it was a few sizes too large didn't immediately make that clear. "You left it here. I uhm. Meant to return it."
"You can keep it, it's fine... it uh. It looks good on you." He smiles. "Working on anything interesting?"
Awkward.
He hopes this whole awkward figuring out each other things is going to pass soon. Martin wasn't angry anymore, wasn't frustrated by what Jon did to him. He was more frustrated that he may have joined an angry cult.
Jon still feels uncertain. Martin has no reason to forgive him, even if he has. And there's no reason that he should just insinuate himself back into Martin's life even if that is where he desperately wants to be.
He sits down on the edge of the bed again and looks at his hands.
"I was reading the message form Lucifer you sent, just... trying to get what I can out of it."
Martin carries in what’s left and takes a seat beside Jon close to the nightstand. He pours the tea into the mug then offers it to Jon with a nod.
“Well, it’s more honest that I thought it’d be. Do you think he’s telling the truth?”
Which was a question he had since saw the announcement. How truthful is Lucifer? He’s supposed to be the ‘Devil’, temptation incarnate, but was that supposed to mean he was always a liar? He knew what the Bible said (thanks mother) but that was written by man and unreliable as a source.
“There’s other announcements too. Looks like it’s when he may not be able to take care of a situation himself or to see what we do.”
"I don't know," he admits. "What purpose would lying serve? What would he be trying to obfuscate? What would he be revealing?"
Jon shrugs and looks down at his tea. He runs his thumb against the rim of the mug. He takes a sip, lingering over it. He wants to lean against Martin. He wants to go back to the way things were.
“I mean do you really need to ask yourself “what does Lucifer want to hide?” I think there’s a lot more for the Veiled Order than petty revenge.”
Martin signs setting his mug aside as he wraps an arm around Jon’s shoulder to bring him closer. Really this was the reason for visiting, but the awkwardness between them lately... he just thought maybe Jon would want a reason. Maybe.
He hates the Veiled Order and if Jon accidentally joined the cult? Martin is going to find a way for him to leave it.
“Okay? Like I haven’t been sleeping well.” He pauses, thinking. “Oh! I signed up for some self defense classes. Can’t just run away from everything, right?”
Jon sinks against Martin's side as he's pulled there and he closes his eyes for a moment, head on Martin's shoulder. He's missed this. He's missed being near Martin and knowing that there is one person in the world that gives a damn if he lives or dies, whether he deserves that or not.
“You kidding me?” Martin chuckles lightly. “All you’d have to do is “Ceaseless Watcher” something and no one would even want to fight you.”
He keeps him close, leaning his head against Jon’s. He sighs, practically sagging against him, savoring the moment. It’s a strange homecoming. Martin missed him immensely and it was ridiculous. Jon was right there.
“I forgive you.” He whispers, turning to kiss his temple. “Stay with me? Or I could stay here?”
"I'm not sure it's wise to throw that particular ability around too much here." Who knows what would happen, or who might take an interest?
Jon feels Martin relax and he hiccups on his breath when Martin whispers that forgiveness. He turns a little more towards the other man and takes Martin's hand in his own, just holding it.
"You can stay. And - if you want - I'll come over more. Again."
He squeezes his hand, thankful, grateful and he wishes he could pull Jon closer. Jon, his faithful friend and companion, he love— Martin knows he’ll never fully understand everything Jon is, but he’ll always be there for him.
“I love you too.” He kisses his cheek. “You’re going to see a lot more of me, I hope you know.”
"Oh, whatever shall I do?" he says, not even bothering to sound like he's lamenting. Jon squeezes Martin's hand and leans closer to give him a gentle kiss.
He wants to keep apologizing, but he's certain that, at this point, Martin will tell him to stop. Even if it feels like the right thing to do, the only thing he can do. He'll be better. He has to be.
“Lament.” He kisses him again on the cheek, then his neck, then he corner of his lips as if to prove a point. “Dramatically drape yourself across a couch wondering how to deal with such a thing.”
Sorry Jon, Martin reaches to gingerly take the mug from his hand to set it aside, then pulls him into his lap. This is much better. The tone, the emotion, the air between them shifting back a little bit to how they were.
“Sorry to inform you,” Martin says gently with a wide smile, “you are stuck with me.”
Jon doesn't fight as Martin takes his tea away, and just a moment later he finds himself in Martin's lap. He can't complain about that, either. Jon leans into Martin and smiles beneath the kisses.
"I think I'll survive," he says quietly as he brushes his fingers over Martin's cheek. He cradles his face and gives Martin a tender kiss.
“You better”. He murmurs before he’s taken in by the kiss.
Martin can’t help but smile into the kiss, breaking into my to breathe and kiss Jon again. Can he overstate how much he’s missed this man? He missed his soft kisses, the gentleness in his voice that really no one else gets to hear. The familiar weight of him in his lap (though he suspects that he hasn’t been eating much and that’s going to change immediately) was welcome, and forgive him if he doesn’t want to let him go just yet.
As Jon relaxes, he slides his arms around Martin's shoulders. He doesn't want Martin to let him go. He so rarely touches other people, Martin has become his sole source of that particular comfort and he's missed it. He's missed feeling at ease with this person he loves and cares for. Even if he's done an absolute shit job of showing that lately.
He brushes his fingers over the back of Martin's neck and touches their foreheads together.
There's another apology on the tip of his tongue and he tries to hold it back.
It doesn't stay quiet as he sighs, his mind quickly switching gears as he thinks about their next steps.
"Well," He starts, keeping his arms wrapped around Jon's waist. "What are we going to do about the Veiled Order?"
Considering Jon may have succeeded in his tasks, what did that mean for them? Martin was marked, Jon may have joined a cult, and they're still no closer to an answer.
"I don't know," he admits, sounding somewhat defeated. He brushes his thumb along Martin's cheek. "There's a group studying them that I've... joined, I suppose. I'm learning what I can from them."
Jon is aware that he's done something very stupid in trying to do something right. It is not the first time. It isn't even the first time that Martin has tried to come to his rescue.
"We may have to see what comes next and plan from there."
"Really? That'll be helpful. Learn anything useful?"
Stupid? More like reckless, but it was just semantics at any rate. It's not like neither of them has done something reckless or stupid at some point.
"I started talking to a young woman named Waverly. She's got a conspiracy board going on. Kind of reminds me a little bit of someone..." He teases lightly.
Jon sighs and leans into Martin, closing his eyes for just a moment as he listens. Waverly. He tries to remember if that name is familiar at all, but nothing strikes a chord. It's good that Martin is meeting people, though, and possibly making friends. He deserves that.
"I resent that insinuation. I don't have a board."
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[Jon blushes a bit, as if this is somehow less than ideal, or as if he could have anticipated that Martin would offer him tea.]
But you're welcome to come over.
Same as always.
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Maybe I'll bring another blanket.
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I'll
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"Hey." He smiles, looking him over as he holds up the blanket. "Extra blanket and tea service."
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Jon may or may not be wearing a sweater that Martin left in his room at some point.
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He's teasing again, while it's a little out of practice, he's really glad that it's gotten back to this point. He missed Jon, far more than he could put into words. Martin eyes Jon, before he lets out an airy laugh.
"Is that my sweater?" Not that he minds.
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But, instead, he's been wearing it.
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Awkward.
He hopes this whole awkward figuring out each other things is going to pass soon. Martin wasn't angry anymore, wasn't frustrated by what Jon did to him. He was more frustrated that he may have joined an angry cult.
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He sits down on the edge of the bed again and looks at his hands.
"I was reading the message form Lucifer you sent, just... trying to get what I can out of it."
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“Well, it’s more honest that I thought it’d be. Do you think he’s telling the truth?”
Which was a question he had since saw the announcement. How truthful is Lucifer? He’s supposed to be the ‘Devil’, temptation incarnate, but was that supposed to mean he was always a liar? He knew what the Bible said (thanks mother) but that was written by man and unreliable as a source.
“There’s other announcements too. Looks like it’s when he may not be able to take care of a situation himself or to see what we do.”
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Jon shrugs and looks down at his tea. He runs his thumb against the rim of the mug. He takes a sip, lingering over it. He wants to lean against Martin. He wants to go back to the way things were.
"How have you been?"
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Martin signs setting his mug aside as he wraps an arm around Jon’s shoulder to bring him closer. Really this was the reason for visiting, but the awkwardness between them lately... he just thought maybe Jon would want a reason. Maybe.
He hates the Veiled Order and if Jon accidentally joined the cult? Martin is going to find a way for him to leave it.
“Okay? Like I haven’t been sleeping well.” He pauses, thinking. “Oh! I signed up for some self defense classes. Can’t just run away from everything, right?”
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A faint smile tugs at his mouth.
"Better you than me," he says. "I'd be useless."
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He keeps him close, leaning his head against Jon’s. He sighs, practically sagging against him, savoring the moment. It’s a strange homecoming. Martin missed him immensely and it was ridiculous. Jon was right there.
“I forgive you.” He whispers, turning to kiss his temple. “Stay with me? Or I could stay here?”
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Jon feels Martin relax and he hiccups on his breath when Martin whispers that forgiveness. He turns a little more towards the other man and takes Martin's hand in his own, just holding it.
"You can stay. And - if you want - I'll come over more. Again."
He just wants this back.
"I love you," he says quietly.
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He squeezes his hand, thankful, grateful and he wishes he could pull Jon closer. Jon, his faithful friend and companion, he love— Martin knows he’ll never fully understand everything Jon is, but he’ll always be there for him.
“I love you too.” He kisses his cheek. “You’re going to see a lot more of me, I hope you know.”
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He wants to keep apologizing, but he's certain that, at this point, Martin will tell him to stop. Even if it feels like the right thing to do, the only thing he can do. He'll be better. He has to be.
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Sorry Jon, Martin reaches to gingerly take the mug from his hand to set it aside, then pulls him into his lap. This is much better. The tone, the emotion, the air between them shifting back a little bit to how they were.
“Sorry to inform you,” Martin says gently with a wide smile, “you are stuck with me.”
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"I think I'll survive," he says quietly as he brushes his fingers over Martin's cheek. He cradles his face and gives Martin a tender kiss.
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Martin can’t help but smile into the kiss, breaking into my to breathe and kiss Jon again. Can he overstate how much he’s missed this man? He missed his soft kisses, the gentleness in his voice that really no one else gets to hear. The familiar weight of him in his lap (though he suspects that he hasn’t been eating much and that’s going to change immediately) was welcome, and forgive him if he doesn’t want to let him go just yet.
Not yet.
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He brushes his fingers over the back of Martin's neck and touches their foreheads together.
There's another apology on the tip of his tongue and he tries to hold it back.
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It doesn't stay quiet as he sighs, his mind quickly switching gears as he thinks about their next steps.
"Well," He starts, keeping his arms wrapped around Jon's waist. "What are we going to do about the Veiled Order?"
Considering Jon may have succeeded in his tasks, what did that mean for them? Martin was marked, Jon may have joined a cult, and they're still no closer to an answer.
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Jon is aware that he's done something very stupid in trying to do something right. It is not the first time. It isn't even the first time that Martin has tried to come to his rescue.
"We may have to see what comes next and plan from there."
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Stupid? More like reckless, but it was just semantics at any rate. It's not like neither of them has done something reckless or stupid at some point.
"I started talking to a young woman named Waverly. She's got a conspiracy board going on. Kind of reminds me a little bit of someone..." He teases lightly.
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Jon sighs and leans into Martin, closing his eyes for just a moment as he listens. Waverly. He tries to remember if that name is familiar at all, but nothing strikes a chord. It's good that Martin is meeting people, though, and possibly making friends. He deserves that.
"I resent that insinuation. I don't have a board."
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