agoodyarn | 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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I used some of your mouthwash, too. Don't forget to pack your toothbrush, unless you wanna pick another one up on the way back to my place tonight.

[ martin hesitates, and then adds- ]

This is all still a little surreal, isn't it. Me and you.

Usually 'surreal' involves living mannequins discussing things like my skin care regime.

[ Really, Martin. This is so much of an upgrade from the usual sort of surreal that it might as well be on another planet.]

I've certainly had a wobble or two adjusting, but it's a pleasant sort of wobble. [ A little more seriously. ] Even something like dinner.

[ yeah, but the other kind of surreal tended to be supernatural, out of their control. this... ]

I'm not complaining, mind. I'm just... glad you want to spend your free time around me. That's all.

[ He considers that for a moment, because in truth, it's not something he could have seen coming when they'd first gotten to know one another. He had thought Martin was largely incompetent, and the way that he'd made excuses and how he'd covered his discomfort and all of the rest of the ways he'd gone about his business had grated on him fiercely. But now-]

Who you are, who you really are, is exactly the sort of person I enjoy spending time around. [ There's a wry smile as he shakes his head.] I'll have to introduce you to Georgie sometime.

Yeah. I'd - I think I'd like to meet her.

[ jon's ex, sure, but also probably jon's only friend. he's actually, strangely, touched that jon would suggest that. ]

Are you about ready to go?

And I'll get to steal the Admiral for a bit.

[ But he lifts his travel cup to show Martin that yes, he's quite ready to go. He's just waiting on Martin. They don't really need to rush, after all, since he'd found something for Martin to wear and it wasn't as if there were official hours at the moment. They were all coming in because they needed to. Mostly today would be for trying to hunt down Daisy to see if she knows how to get things set up with the, er, the supplies.]

Ready when you are.

Sure.

[ he stands up then, stretching one last time and shooting what is honestly a mournful look in the direction of jon's bedroom. ]

Lead the way, Jon.

[ is he ready to face the cold? no. will he follow jon anywhere? always. ]

[ Jon gives Martin's arm a little squeeze of encouragement as he looks mournfully towards the bed... before he heads for the door and starts pulling on his coat and stuffing on his shoes. He adds a scarf and holds out the green scarf for Martin when he's taken up his coffee again.]

[ martin tugs his own coat on with just minor difficulty, before winding the scarf around his neck with a soft noise of gratitude. ]

Thanks. [ he glances behind him when they make it to the door. ] Goodbye, Jon's flat. Hopefully you'll be warmer the next time I visit.

[ Jon adjusts it again, the scarf, and tucks his coat a little further into place, careful of Martin's arm. ]

Hopefully not since it won't warm up until the summer.

[ And that is... that is a sweet, almost positive-looking smile.]

Well-

[ he can't resist: he leans down to kiss him, sweetly, just once, when he finishes fussing with his clothes. ]

I'll- look forward to that, too.

[ Jon will get one hand in Martin's hair to tug him back down for another, slightly longer kiss before he lets him go.]

Best you do.

[ Then he reaches over to open the door, slip out, and hold it for Martin to come through before he locks it up.]

[ it's early, and he's tired, and he'd rather be in bed than heading to work on a cold saturday AM, but- well.

it's hard not to smile, not to seem like he's in as good of a mood as he is now that he really feels like he's standing beside jon, not chasing his affections from half a mile back.

he's smiling all the way to the office. ]

[ Jon takes the opportunity to unwind on the train in; they're early enough that the line isn't inordinately busy but there's certainly other people in the car. When they get to the stop, Jon's up and going just in time to get them out of the doors and he sort of mechanically directs to a small deli on the way in to grab himself a pastry so he can jam it in his mouth once his office door is closed. Even then, they're first in, and Jon has to unlock the door again before making his way towards his office to eat his breakfast and finish up his coffee.

He smudges a kiss to Martin's cheek before he goes, but he does close the door. He's due a little alone time, though hopefully Martin won't take that personally.]

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