[He looks from his beer to the glass. Pouring it seemed like so much work to pour it right now, but he finds the energy to be some what civil. Pouring the drink into the glass before taking a sip.] No, I was waking her up for breakfast. Or, well, I was trying to wake her up.
[He hesitates, not looking away from Tim for a moment before he sighs and goes to make some food. Eggs are easy food, quick to cook, quick to eat, easy to digest. He's made them a hundred times for mum before- It's familiar.
He brings out a plate a short while later and sets it in front of Tim.]
[By the time Martin returns with food, Tim has picked up the photo album on the coffee table. Flipping through photos of him and Sasha together. When she was awake instead of being cursed by the city to sleep without end.
He does at least glance up when Martin brings the food around. Setting the book aside to glance at the eggs that have been made just for him. He really didn't want to eat it, but it would be rude not to. After another brief pause he finally reaches for a plate with a soft: thanks. Taking a few unenthusiastic bites.]
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And is that enough for you? [He probably shouldn't be needling at this, but he can't help himself. Deep down he thinks Martin can do better than Jon. Even if he thinks Jon may implode without Martin.]
[Slowly he chews on his a bite of food. Much longer than it should take to chew down a piece of egg and toast while he stares at the photobook he had set down.
Finally he swallows it down.] What-- what am I going to do? How am I supposed to help her if she wakes up remembering how it feels to die? Not even just die, but what that thing did to-- [His voice breaks and his brings up a shaking hand to cover his mouth for a second. When he speaks again its that with a hint of anger behind it.] What if she's not really dead? But... between that. How can I possibly help her if that happens?
It's not that I don't like him! It's just that Jon can be difficult. I worry he takes advantage of you. Relationships goes two ways and I mostly just hear how he takes from you. I don't often hear about what he gives back in return.
He's- he's affectionate, just not always in public. And- have you really never seen him when he's being just- soft? When he looks at me like I'm the most important person in the world.
You be there for her. Like I know you would be anyway. You touch her... or don't touch her depending on if she wants it. And you take photos and recordings together if it helps.
Jon? Soft? Not really. [Although there was that time he walked in on a session with Peter...]
There is more to love than saving someone's life. You think because I think of you as a friend and not a lover means I wouldn't try to save your life?
But if he really is soft when you're alone together? Then I guess I have to take your word for it. I just worry about you, Martin. I know how good you can be at giving until there is nothing left to give.
"I actually already do that." Setting his plate of food down, Tim stands up and moves towards their modest bookshelf. Picking up a journal from it and handing it over to Martin to look through if he wants to. It's filled to the brim with little entries all about his memories of Sasha. A few photographs are taped into the pages as well. "I suppose... maybe we can read this together. If she wants to."
Tim glances down the hall where their bedrooms are located. Shifting on his feet a couple times before he finally asks. "Did you want to see her?"
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