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“Ow– god fucking damnit, that hurts.” Martin muttered under his breath, angrily, holding onto his elbow with one hand and glaring at the desk that had obviously up and attacked him, unprovoked.
The fact that he just…didn’t see it was…irrelevant.
“Martin, wow, I– I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse that much. Or, at all, actually, I think.” Sasha looked at him, assumedly with one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised, but Martin couldn’t be sure because he didn’t have his glasses.
“Ahh…s-sorry, Sasha. My, uh, glasses broke at that, uh, th-that weird gym? That I had to go visit for my last statement. It was…fine. Weird, b-but…fine. But, uh…I– I tripped and my glasses fell off. Heh. Landed under someone’s weights.” Martin flushed, stuttering out his explanation.
Sasha clicked her tongue, “Awh, that’s terrible. You gonna be alright? Need any help? With, uh, seeing?”
Martin laughed, “Ah. I’ll be…good, for a bit I think. Was going to eat lunch soon, may as well eat early. Plus, Ger– my brother’s gonna bring me my old pair. They’re my old prescription, but they’ll work until I get to the store. I mean, I can’t go without something, I can’t see anything without my glasses. ” Martin shrugged sheepishly. “He said he’ll be here in about an hour, so, you know, figured I’d eat then head outside to catch him.”
“Ahh, Martin. I’ve got a new statement for you to work on once you’re done with that one. Ah…uh. You seem…different?” Jon walked out of his office, looking up at Martin in confusion, squinting at him.
Martin opened his mouth but shut it with a click when he heard a familiar voice walk out of the elevator.
“Seems my little baby brother lost his glasses, and unlike the wonderful Velma Dinkley, he’s not getting them back that easy.” Gerry walked confidently into the room, pausing at the corner wall of the small hallway that led to the archives from the elevator and stairs. He crossed his arms and leaned against the corner, grinning widely at Martin, who was currently covering his face and blushing. “Hey, kid. How’s it going?”
Martin, through clenched teeth and blush-pink hands, muttered, glaring with one eye through his fingers at the blob that he knew to be his brother, “Fine, Gerry. It’s…fine. Why are you here? Now? Not later?”
Gerry grinned, “Ah, well. Got done with my, uh, meeting a bit earlier than I thought, so I figured, what the hell, might as well stop by early. Besides, been wanting to meet your new friends, Baby Blackwood. And what lovely friends they are, yeah?” He watched him, assumedly, wink at Jon, who ducked his head and…was he blushing??
What.
“No. No, no, no, we are not doing this. Gerry, these are my coworkers, Tim, Sasha, and Jon. Tim, Sasha, Jon, this is my brother Gerry, who is leaving now.”
Gerry laughed, “Wow. I didn’t raise you to be rude. Besides, I just got paid, and I figured I could maybe treat everyone to lunch, on me, hmm?”
Martin squinted at him, only partially in suspicion, he still didn’t have his glasses, and stalked up to him, “Thank you, but no, not today. But, because I’m so nice, I’ll let you buy me lunch for being an asshole.”
Gerry laughed again and held out the old pair of glasses he’d had in his hand, ruffling Martin’s hair when he snatched them out of his grasp and put them on before he grabbed his black overcoat and pulled him away.
Gerry turned over his shoulder as he was pulled away, “Nice to meet you all, can’t wait to do it again.”
Martin walked faster, ignoring the high pitched question from Tim behind him that asked, to the room, “Was that Gerard Keay?!”