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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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[epistemological]

There's an affirmative noise from him as well as he sinks into the arm around him, lets himself melt a little with his eyes closed.

I don't like who I am without you all.

"As am I."

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So it's settled for now, if nothing else.

Tim doesn't bother with more words. He just leans another soft kiss again Jon's hair, and starts gently carding through it with his fingers again. Something to coax his friend into much-needed sleep.

[epistemological]

Jon won't resist long at all. Instead, it'll be just a couple of minutes before his breathing goes regular and it's clear he's sleeping.

Peacefully.