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You've reached Timothy Stoker, leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you.

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[statementfuckingends]

[And Tim opens it, because Martin's spending the majority of his time in Jon's room. He's not expecting Rawne though, and directs his gaze up to Rawne's face a bit quickly.]

...hey. [He's still hoarse, and feels like shit, but. It's down from a 9 to a 7.6.]

[major_rawne]

Hi.

[He reaches for Tim, but stops before actually touching him, hand hovering in the air.]

Are you... of course you're not ok. Can I come in?

[statementfuckingends]

's'alright.

[He steps into Rawne's space and pulls the door shut behind him, so he can lean against it.]

How're you doing?

[major_rawne]

[He shrugs, uneasy.]

All right. It wasn't... it wasn't anything I haven't experienced before, really.

[statementfuckingends]

Yeah?

[He reaches a hand and puts his hand on Rawne's sleeve, bunching the fabric under his fingers. The tactile sensation hurts, but it helps too.]

'm sorry to hear it.

[major_rawne]

It's not... I'm not, really...

[He trails off, shaking his head. He can't quite admit how bad it all was.]

[statementfuckingends]

Rawne.

[He tugs lightly on his sleeve to pull him closer. Even the body heat from his paramour was too much for him, but he still holds him close, resting a hand on his waist.]

Don't pretend you're okay.

[major_rawne]

I... I'm not.

[He leans against Tim, resting his head against his shoulder.]

[statementfuckingends]

[The weight of Rawne's head is a lot, but he just takes a long breath to steel himself for it, and lifts the hand holding Rawne's sleeve to rest it on the back of his neck, trailing his fingers through Rawne's hairline. Finished wrapping his arm the rest of the way around Rawne's waist.]

[major_rawne]

I just want to rest.

[His voice is the barest rasp. He hasn't been sleeping well lately. He sees carnage every time he closes his eyes.]

[statementfuckingends]

[He rests his head against Rawne's, squeezing his eyes against the contact.]

I... I can't go far. Just in case. But.

[His fingers bury further into Rawne's hair.]

Is the common room okay?

[major_rawne]

[He nods.]

Sure. I just... you're... you're good, you know?

[Tim's one of the few people who have gotten this close to him, after all.]

[statementfuckingends]

[That gets a soft huff.]

Sounds fake.

[As he stands pancaked between the door of the dead friend he's minding and the live one suffering, helping comfort the boyfriend of the former and embracing the latter.]

Come on. You might need to help me walk still.

[major_rawne]

All right.

[He shifts to support Tim's weight.]

What happened to you, anyway?

[statementfuckingends]

[He shifts with obvious discomfort, but makes himself lean into Rawne's grip.]

Used to work for the Institute, which means I had a direct line with the Eye. So. Had my own domain. The Stranger. It was... bad. Even for all that.

[major_rawne]

Oh. That's... that's bad.

[He tries to not grip Tim too tightly.]

[statementfuckingends]

[Tim still rests his head on Rawne's shoulder for a moment.]

...I really hurt Norton.

[major_rawne]

I'm sure you can make it up to him.

[statementfuckingends]

Honestly I don't think he's holding it against me. I just feel fucking horrible about it.

[major_rawne]

See, that's why you're a good person. You feel bad about things like that.

[If he'd hurt Norton or Tim or a few other people, he'd probably feel bad about it, but others? Not really.]

[statementfuckingends]

What, you wouldn't if you hurt people?

[It's a genuine, and also mildly concerned question, before he blinks stupidly.]

Wait, stupid question. You're a bloody supersoldier.

[major_rawne]

Exactly. I wouldn't do it on purpose. Unless it was a few people. But it'd be hard to feel bad about it, most of the time.

[statementfuckingends]

...do me a favour and stay away from Daniel and Elias.

[Not that he doesn't trust you, Rawne, but he doesn't want to be on record as encouraging their deaths.

When they reach the common room he's more than happy to flop heavily onto the couch, even if the act gets a pained grunt and a full-body cringe out of him.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne flops next to him, stretching.]

I...[Well, he can't say he hadn't intended to pay them both a visit. Not that he'd kill them. He doesn't want to be demoted.] I'll stay away. I assume they're getting some shit coming to them, anyway.

[statementfuckingends]

[Tim makes a face at him, but it's good-natured. Apparently he knows Rawne just well enough.

...but the thought has a bitter edge to it, and his half-smile falls, and instead he grabs a cushion that their heavy flops has thrown onto the floor, and plops it in his own lap.]

Yeah. I... I don't think either of them are gonna be getting out of the aftermath of this unscathed.