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“So how’d you end up here?”
“Just… needed an escape.” Jon said, kicking away a stray pebble. He looked contemplative, and to be honest Martin found his expression kind of cute. It was adorable how he scrunched up his face in thought, looking somewhat like a confused kitten.
“I see,” Martin nodded empathetically, “An escape from what?”
“Uh,” Jon grunted, “Someone who doesn’t exactly have my best interests in mind.”
“...Is it that Elias guy everyone keeps talking about? He’s not like, what, an evil ex-boyfriend or something? I won’t have to fight him to win the rights to your heart or anything? ” Martin said jokingly.
The look Jon gave Martin was one of immense shock and disgust. For some god forsaken reason, Martin relaxed knowing that this Elias guy was the furthest thing away from a romantic rival.
Jon continued making noises of disgust, so Martin coughed and changed the subject. “Well I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve never really thought of going anywhere because I had to take care of my mum. She… passed away a while ago and… I don’t really know what to do with my life right now.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Jon said softly.
“It’s okay.”
They kept on walking and Martin wondered what it would be like to hold Jon’s hand. ’There’s a scar covering one of his hands entirely’, noticed Martin. He felt the urge to intertwine their hands together grow. A blush crept up his face at the thought.
“Anyway, uh.” Martin fidgeted with the button on his cardigan as he continued, “Why were you appearing in my dreams and stuff? At this point I’ve learnt to not question anything that happens in my life because, heh. Um, you know.” He waved his hand to gesture at Jon’s general weirdness.
“Good question,” Jon coughed, “You see, the reason for that is-”
He suddenly started looking off into the distance, squinting his eyes at… Whatever it was, Martin didn’t see it.
Martin kept looking at where Jon was looking then looking at the man himself. He looked even more stressed than usual, which was saying a lot. Martin shuffled his feet on the floor uncomfortably. "You okay there?" He nudged the shorter man gently, causing him to snap out of the trance he was in.
"Fuck," Jon exclaimed, "There's a door." Martin gave the area another look and blinked. In the middle of the path lay an innocuous-looking door, colored a faded yellow that stuck out in the dark blue sky. The door hadn't been there before, had it? Martin tried to make out the edges of the door, as if looking hard enough would show a supporting wall that proved the door had been there before, and certainly didn't come out of nowhere. Jon suddenly panicked and grabbed Martin's hand to shake him out of his thoughts. "We have to get out of here," he said urgently.
Feeling the warmth of Jon's hand on his, Martin nodded numbly. All of his musings on the door completely dissipated as he followed Jon, who was still clutching his hand tightly, out of the park and down the street to a house Martin assumed was Jon's. He was blushing harder than ever the entire time and they were just holding hands!
They ended up at the doorstep before letting go of each other.
"Uh..." The two of them were flushed and a little bit out of breath.
"You can come in, if you want to that is." Jon said awkwardly, unsure of what to do now that they were away from the danger.
Martin nodded again, maybe a little too enthusiastically this time. “I’m sorry for the bother, you really shouldn’t have to-”
“-It’s no bother.” Jon smiled softly, “I enjoy your company, Martin.”
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Martin B: hey tim, gonna be staying at jon’s place tonight
Martin B: cause we didn’t realise it was so late already
Stokerface: Someone’s hit the jackpot… ;)
Martin B: tim!!! >:(
Stokerface: Hahaha just teasing
Stokerface: For real tho you got lucky
Stokerface: I’ve been trying to get rid of these fucking worms all day
Stokerface: [worms.jpeg] Is it me or do the worms spell out ‘Fight 2 The Death’???
Martin B: lol
Martin B: the ones on the wall look like the word ‘tmr’
Stokerface: I know right???
Stokerface: Weirdest shit I’ve ever seen
Martin B: well goodnight tim, don’t let the bed bugs bite
Stokerface: ASLKDJAKLDJKWFJOFJIOWJ