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[itknowsyou]

[ He can't help staring at the phrase what you are for far too long, feeling... something dark and tangled.

Vulnerable hurts a little, too. Like victims. ]

I understand.
He went white when he saw me.
We'll discuss it later.

[lonelynotforsaken]

[Martin blanches, himself, reading that. Sunny had seemed... uncomfortable looking at him, as well. He can imagine getting that kind of reaction from someone wouldn't sit well with Jon. The terse nature of the other man's response also has him fretting.]

So, I'm not sure if Sunny told you, but I met him when I couldn't help following him around. Be careful of the spinning wheels in town. It's like they're connected to the Web somehow. They make you do things.

[itknowsyou]

[ Jon's managed to find this out for himself, already, but the information is still appreciated. ]

I'd noticed. I'll be careful.

[ He... doesn't know what else to say. He's still sitting here, in a stranger's home, hungry and frazzled. Text is hard??? ]

You stay safe as well. I'll be home soon, I think.

[lonelynotforsaken]

Okay. I've met a few other people I wanted to talk to you about.

See you soon! <3

[itknowsyou]

See you soon.

[ Should he?? heart back??? It wasn't quite like this with Georgie, but they'd been a disaster more or less from the start, and Martin... needs different things.

Why is he awful at this.

A long pause, and then: ]

<3

[lonelynotforsaken]

[His heart! Martin's just going to melt a little bit as he goes about getting dinner prepped for whenever Jon gets home. No pork.]