agoodyarn | for corkscrewed: a package arrives

Clearly not.

[ Whatever this is, it's important.]

What?

[ -- dangerous. would it be more dangerous for both of them if everyone knew that he was the archivist's husband?

he stumbles slightly over the words. ]

--it seems like a waste of money. Jewelry. But we could get cheap bands.

I don't exactly go out every week for drinks, Martin. And it would be- money isn't for squandering, of course, but there are some things that are important. Some things that-

[ Sometimes, information just drops into his head, pieces he's not sure he got or where he got them. But this is such a weird conversation. Such an odd place for their talk to go.

He can't help but look at the rib, his mind whirring as he realizes something, and he's reasonably certain it's entirely on his own.

Naomi Herne. Andrea Nunis. Georgie.]

-that anchor us.

[ He looks down at their folded hands.]

I'm an idiot.

Sure, right. I guess.

[ he squeezes jon's hand with his own, looking down when jon does. if he were really keyed into the conversation, he would have picked up on that term: anchor. as it is, his brain is whirring a thousand miles an hour with the realization that they are, for some completely idiotic reason, actually considering eloping. ]

And you are, but why in this particular moment?

[ Martin's going to get a rather petulant look at that, but the hand in his will curl a little tighter. The other hand will put the soup down, then lift the rib.]

I gave this up without a thought.

[ Another squeeze to Martin's hand. ]

I've been fighting for this for weeks.

[ He looks up at Martin. ]

Anchors, Martin. Or rather, an anchor. I already had one.

Jon, you don't have to - keep letting me see your bone, it's - actually quite disturbing.

[ but he'll squeeze the hand back, even if he sort of flinches and looks away when jon puts his soup down to pick a rib up. ]

--but, see? That's why I wish you would have, have talked it out with me first. Maybe you would have figured that out sooner.

Honestly, I'm just glad he didn't make a balloon animal out of it.

[ But the rib is, well, it's tucked away for the moment. Probably best not to let it go wandering anywhere, but he doesn't have to make Martin look at it over and over again. ]

And you're- you're right. You're right. I'm- I'm trying. And I'm sorry I- I didn't this time.

[ he makes a face at the phrasing about balloon animals, before shaking it off. ]

It's fine. It's - we've probably got a lot of stuff like this in our future. H-Hopefully not more ribs, but you know what I mean. We'll get through it.

[ together. which is a lovely, lovely word, after so much time alone. ]

[ Jon nods, because yes, he agrees, certainly. Unfortunately. But he can't help that some of the terrible ideas that come haunting through his mind aren't nearly so bad when he considers that 'we' in there.]

So...

[ He can't help it. He's looking towards his office, where the coffin is.]

Tomorrow, you think?

[ he follows jon's gaze, then nods slowly. reluctantly. of course he want to rescue daisy, but - he can't help the fear that they're going to lose them both. ]

Yeah. After you've had a bit of rest.

And did you want to elope before or after?

[ Since the question was on there already and he'd rather get things ironed out than leave them to hypotheticals as they have.

...mostly because he's planning on going into the coffin which, theoretically, may or may not be a one way trip.]

[ martin hesitates, and then, slightly red- ]

Before. So you can take the ring with you, and - and maybe it'll help. Like how the knife helped that guy remember his granddad.

[ He gives Martin's hand a soft squeeze, mostly to try and get his attention on him instead of on what's making his face red. Just a little help to focus...]

Then I suppose the only real question is... gold or silver?

I - uh, oh, god, I have no idea? What would look better? We're supposed to match, right?

[ wait is this REALLY HAPPENING, because he might short out ]

Gold's traditional. And yes, I would go along with your choice on the matter.

[ ...it appears to be.]

Gold's, uh, just fine with me. Pick them up in the morning, I suppose?

[ this is so fucking surreal. ]

Pick them out in the morning, yes.

[ He looks over at Martin for a moment.]

Do you feel the need for, uh, anything formal? Or just sort of-

[ He waves a hand between the two of them.]

Less CofE and more... you and I.

I'm not really- I haven't been a big church person in a while.

[ he makes a face, thinking. ]

Do we need, uh, witnesses?

Not if we aren't doing things officially. Legally, I mean. N-not that we couldn't but I'm not sure of the time requirements there.

--I would like to. Eventually. I know it'll take more time, but- when you were in the hospital, it was...

[ he shrugs slightly. ]

Sometimes it just felt like they didn't want to tell me things. Maybe they just didn't have anything to say.

Well, yes. Eventually. [ He can't help a wince. ]

I'd like that too. Just- just in case. For both of us.

Remember when I sprained my wrist? In Chicago?

[ god, that was so long ago now. ]

You were so- fussed.

[ He starts to look fussed all over again before Martin calls him on it. Then he ducks his head a little and looks up at Martin.]

I was...

Yes, I suppose I was.

It was sweet. Nice to feel like I was the one being looked after, for once. I wasn't quite used to that.

Well, I can't say I want you to need looking after again but.

[ He gives Martin's hand a squeeze again and tugs him closer.]

I'm not... very good at looking after myself. Or other people.

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