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[alwayskayaking]

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[alwayskayaking]

It's not the same as seeing you in those clothes!

[notnotsasha]

I know it.
You really just need to be patient, sir. Instant gratification has taken something out of you, I swear.

[alwayskayaking]

I suppose it has, but I am very excited to see it.

[notnotsasha]

Might even let you help me out of it later.

[alwayskayaking]

Yes PLEASE!

un: thearchivist; text

[compellingstatement]

[It's a few days after it's happened, after Jon's gone on an inadvisable spree of terror, that he finally reaches out to the people that he expects will want to know.]

Martin's gone from the city.

[alwayskayaking]

[At first Tim isn't sure what to say or how to feel. He knows people vanish without a trace, but it seemed impossible that his best man is suddenly gone. It felt like he had only just seen Martin.

Except Jon was still here. He is what matters right now more than anything.] Are you alright? Are you with Chris? [He's assuming this has only just happened.]

[compellingstatement]

No.
I'm managing.
Chris is here.
It's been a day or so.
Sorry.

[alwayskayaking]

It's alright. I probably wouldn't start messaging everyone right away if anything happened to Sasha. You don't need to be sorry.

Do you need anything? Sasha and I could bring you over some dinner? [He hits send on the message before he can think to stop himself. Jon doesn't have to eat.]

What's something Chris might like?

[compellingstatement]

[The last question is the only one Jon has much energy or appetite for answering.]

He likes pears.
Figs.
Bread.
Spicy spreads.
Simple things.
Not overly sweet.
He's not eating much right now.

[alwayskayaking]

I'm not surprised. [He'll figure out something to bring over. It feels a little odd to be doing something a person would do for someone who has passed away, but it a way, Martin has. Hopefully they might see him again one day, but they just didn't know that.] Is there anything else the two of you need? Sasha and I can come around and help out with laundry?

[compellingstatement]

I told Sasha.
You can come over if you'd like.
Neither of us are especially good company at the moment.
Duke probably needs more play than he's getting.

[alwayskayaking]

We'll be over a bit later. [Enough time to make them something to eat.]

text: un: noartefacts

[notnotsasha]

[Kyle's offered a weekend at the lake house, a bit of time for friends to spend together that's not work related. Sasha's not about to disappear for a weekend without talking with Tim first, especially considering that Kyle is a bit more than human.]

Will you be home when I'm off work tonight?

[alwayskayaking]

Yeah sure?

Is this a good reason to be home or a bad one?

[notnotsasha]

I suppose that depends on how you feel about me heading to the lake house for a weekend with Kyle for hanging out that doesn't involve work?

[Might as well get it mostly out so he's not wondering until she gets home.]

[alwayskayaking]

[He thinks about that for a moment.]

Just the two of you?

[notnotsasha]

[She's not sure how she feels about the delay in response. Is she wrong to want to spend time with Kyle outside of work? Would it be different with someone else?]

Yeah.
If you aren't comfortable with it, I won't.

[alwayskayaking]

And you trust him?

[notnotsasha]

I do.
He's my boss,and also my friend.
I trust him with my life.

[alwayskayaking]

[Deep breath in. Hold. Out; one, two, three.]

Then I don't see it being a problem.

[notnotsasha]

[On one hand, she very much appreciates the fact that he's not pushing back too much on this. On the other? She has a deep gut feeling that it might not be so simple as that. She's also aware that maybe she shouldn't push, but when has she ever listened to her red flags?]

Good. I'm glad. ♥

Are you sure?
I need you to be okay with this.
If you're not--if this bothers you, tell me please.

[alwayskayaking]

How about we talk when you get home? Just know one thing until then: I trust you, Sasha.

[notnotsasha]

Thank you.
I'll see you when I get home. ♥


~~~
It's slightly later than her usual time of getting home, no real thanks to the stupid lift guard patrol, even if they're training new stupid lift guard patrol, and the old guard should be well aware of her business in the Down and Haven.

She comes through the door, laden with her tote bag filled with a few things to work on at home for a fundraiser ball, her lunch bag, and her purse, feeling a might run down as a whole, but looking ever so thankful to be home.

The door shut behind her, she leans her back against it with a sigh. "Sorry 'm late," she calls out. "Bloody guards are training new people and the queue was awful."

[alwayskayaking]

Love you too.

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When she gets home he doesn't even ask. He simply comes up to start taking a few bags from her. Leaning in to casually kiss her cheek. "Welcome home, love." Taking what he can for her he starts to move into the lounge. "That sounds awful. How about you sit down and I give you a foot rub?"