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for corkscrewed: back from the trip

[ continued from the events detailed here ]

[ They're back. And of course, it's back to the Institute. With the jetlag and the time changes, it's kind of a blur when they get there.

Regardless, Jon had gone right up to Elias's office and there'd been a Discussion that had happened there, one which had been conducted very quietly and very much with the door closed. Jon had come back, looking satisfied but anyone actually watching would note that his hand remained clenched tight into a fist along his side for a few hours afterwards at certain intervals.

Jon 'shares' the news with everyone as to what that might have been about by walking in from said meeting, making his way over to Martin's desk, leaning over, pressing a kiss into his hair, reminding him to be careful with his arm, and slipping into his office. Which is, possibly the worst way to do such a thing but when has Jon ever worried about doing things the worst possible way don't answer that.

This led to some shouting outside of the office but Jon has work to do and Martin knows where he is if he needs anything. He's handled the worst of it; as he'd told him before, Martin would be the one responsible for handling the, er, the rest.]

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[ He pauses as he looks up at Martin blearily.]

How long do you take to shower?

Um. Ten minutes? Could probably hurry through in five.

[ martin's not looking at him; his eyes are still tiredly shut. ]

Well, there is a lot of area to cover.

[ Said rather appreciatively, really. Yes, Martin, you're TALL. He'll kiss his shoulder again just to make sure Martin doesn't misunderstand before he grumbles and starts to drag himself out of the bed.]

I'll... put some coffee on. Take my shower. Find... a shirt. For you.

[ Trousers are easy to wear again but the shirt would be noticed. He probably has something. He'd bought a few larger pieces while he was recovering from the worms to give him room for the bandages.]

[ martin will catch his wrist before he can escape completely. ]

Can we try the movie again tonight?

[ He pauses mid-slide and nods.]

I'll grab the disc, put it in my bag. Might have better luck if we stay at your place. I'm assuming it's closer?

Yeah. Quite a bit, actually. Make sure you have some clothes?

[ reluctantly, he releases him, just a little sheepish about it. ]

[ Jon turns his hand, catches Martin's before it's entirely slipped away, and gives his fingers a squeeze.]

Of course.

The rest's in my bags at the Institute anyway.

My place is a little smaller than yours. Probably needs to be tidied, too. As long as that doesn't bother you.

[ don't mind him; he's going to sink back into the blankets for a bit. ]

[ Jon's going to ruffle his hair, just the once, before heading out with a soft snort. No, he doesn't care. As long as it's walkable, it's not really a huge concern for him.

He's off to start the coffee, at first, and then go to take a shower.]

[ martin rolls onto his stomach, burrowing into what's left of the warm spot that jon left behind. half-asleep again almost immediately, he savors how unexpectedly domestic this is.

part of him knows that it won't last, that it can't. doesn't mean he won't daydream about it.

he will be out cold again by the time jon is finished with his shower. ]

[ Jon's showers don't last that long. He doesn't really like lingering in the wet, even with the warmth. When he comes out to Martin softly snoozing away, he shakes his head a little and goes to finding clothing for the both of them. He grabs a shirt with a bit more color than his usual for himself, then looks around to see if he can find the shirts he'd bought a while back as he'd mentioned. One of them is still hanging, still thankfully unwrinkled. He grabs it up and tosses it onto the part of the bed Martin is not curled up for before looking for a pair of boxers that might be the right size. ]

[ the motion will be enough to wake martin up. he's still muzzy, on the very cusp of sleep, but he can't resist the temptation to watch jon walk around his room in a state of such undress. ]

Not a bad view from here.

[ sleepily mumbled from the pillow. ]

[ Jon's got a towel on at least, though that's about all he's got on. And from behind, you almost wouldn't know that he's got as many scars as he does. It's all on the front, after all. All of his damage is on the front, because he's never known a danger he didn't face head on.

He does turn half way to look over at Martin with a raised eyebrow.]

As long as you're enjoying yourself.

[ The tease is a gentle one, though.]

Absolutely.

[ martin is, somehow, the one of them that has made it out unscarred, unscathed. he tries not to think about that right now, instead choosing to focus on the teasing tone in jon's voice.

this is what he wants. this is what he wants to protect. to keep. maybe going to work won't be so hard. ]

Loads to enjoy from this angle. From most, actually.

Now, now, there's no need for all that.

[ He sits on the corner of the bed and pulls the towel off to dry himself the remainder of the way, scrubbing himself down with it before reaching over to pull on his pants and socks. ]

Guess not. Could be I'm a little biased, anyway.

[ martin will groan as he sits up, leaning forward to kiss the back of jon's shoulder, before he climbs out of bed and heads in what he believes to be the direction of the bathroom. ]

Towel in there for me?

The small closet on the left when you get through the door. Best ones are the green ones.

[ By the time that Martin comes back out, Jon will be on the bed with his phone, going through some of his email and rolling his eyes a little at some of the news he sees on the feed.]

Sure.

[ martin will linger a little in the shower, just because it's warm and the water pressure is better than his at home, before he escapes and towels himself dry. he drops down to a seat next to jon, rubbernecking his phone. ]

Anything world-changing happen in the last, uh, five hours?

[ why did they stay up so late. ]

[ Jon turns his phone so Martin can see that no, at least not according to the news anyway, but he pulls his phone back with a sigh before tucking it in his pocket. Then he leans over and presses a kiss to Martin's cheek.]

Found some pants for you. Ought to be about right. Nothing to be done about trousers, unfortunately, but no one should notice. There's some socks as well.

Thanks. Appreciated, honestly. Hopefully no one will notice I'm arriving in a half borrowed outfit.

[ but who cares if they do. it's not as if they're a secret. reluctantly, he stands up to take the clothes, and if he's hasty getting dressed it's only mostly because it really is chilly in that basement flat. ]

Said something about coffee earlier?

Out in the kitchen.

[ Which he takes as a good cue to push up from the bed and head that way, straightening his shirt a little as he goes. He'll tuck it in on the way.]

[ martin will pad out not long behind him, moving to fix a cup for himself as he settles at the table. he figures he has time to sit down, at least. ]

I really do like your flat. Quite a lot.

Other than the cold?

[ Look, he's in his socks as well, and he's actually pulled a little cardigan on from somewhere that has never made it to work; it's very clearly just for home.]

It's lovely in the summer, never gets hot, but during the winter it's a bit much.

[ He has time to sit down, and some toast will be put down next to him, the butter already out on the table with a knife beside it.]

Yeah, I can see that. Thank you.

[ and again, it's weird to just be served toast - to be served at all - but he'll spread the butter on it and thank him as he takes a bite. ]

Surprised you've got a shirt to fit me, honestly.

[ he's- prying a little bit. is this an ex's? not that he would outright ask, of course, but he'll fish. ]

I bought a few a couple of sizes too big while I was covered in bandages and I haven't exactly had time to have them tailored down.

[ And now, well, he probably never will. It'll be good to have something around for Martin to use if necessary. If it weren't for the height issue, he'd have something for him trouser-wise but, yes, the height is an issue.

...for clothes, anyway. Jon happens to enjoy his giant boyfriend.]

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