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Jon does not go out to seek Tim.

Jon doesn't even leave his cabin because he feels too fucking volatile. This includes work at the library. Nor does he leave a message for anyone.

...the urge to do stupid things while holding a communicator is too high.

Instead, he writes a letter, left on the coffee table, sets out plenty of things for him to chew on and bite through, plenty of water... and shifts to fur because like hell does he want to talk to or deal with anyone right now. He's thoroughly Done with just about everyone but Tim right this moment.

When Tim enters, other than the lump of morose wolf on the couch, he will find:

Tim,

I communicated. Told him everything, not that he believed half of it. He communicated as well. Apparently, I was the emergency boyfriend, not the real one. Even before I was a werewolf.

Also if I hear the word 'co-dependent' one more time, I *will* bite someone.

I told him to get the fuck out. We're 'friends' now, whatever the fuck that means. Please consider this me calling in 'sick' so I don't do something unseemly. My apologies to Sypha, Eddie, and John Mandrake and no one else.

And it's obvious, given the angle of the pen and how it's written that he didn't write it til later, but added at the end-

I'm very tired.

Edited 2023-01-27 06:19 (UTC)

Tim gives Jon a couple of hours after he leaves to give him space for the Talk, which he's under no illusions is going to be rough and horrible and even if it ends well, it's going to be exhausting. Best case scenario, he'll come back and find the two of them passed out somewhere.

Worst case...

Well, at least he got a note this time. And none of the toys seem too destroyed yet, which means he's doing pretty okay for not leaving his friend alone in a depressive mope for too long.

He sits down on the couch and takes the note, massaging Jon's fuzzy ear with one hand as he reads it with a soft grimace. And when he puts it down, he lifts a hand and taps his earring. If Jon doesn't feel up to talking, he won't make him.

Instead, there's a Siamese cat sitting next to Jon's face for a moment, before Tim pads sedately over Jon's head and settles to lie down in his thick ruff, so he can start purring intensely.

...the purring helps, as much because of the subconscious associations as just because it feels *good*. Jon will make a soft, pathetic dog noise before shuffling just a little (not enough to dislodge the cat) and settling back down onto the carpet.

This is good. Thank you, Tim.

Okay so first of all, it turns out Jon's fur is a fantastic nest and he is absolutely doing this again next time he gets the chance. This is luxurious as fuck.

Second, the shift doesn't dislodge him but it does get Tim to sit up a bit better, resting his tiny weight on Jon's neck (that's thicker than he is, he's pretty sure) and starts kneading around his ears with tiny kitty paws.

Jon makes a soft, confused noise... and then relaxes because the kneading is actually rather nice. Biscuits are much more enjoyable when you have a layer (or two) of fur on you. He makes another noise, a soft of 'that's nice' that can't quite keep from being somewhat sad before he just lets Timcat have his way.

Tim doesn't actually have cat instincts outside of being a cat. So every time he transforms it's a funky fresh wave of remembering how being a cat works. But he's got the purring down. And pretty quickly he can do biscuits without getting his claws stuck in Jon's fur.

It takes a while for him to get that out of his system, though. And then he'll stand, paws sinking into yet more fur as he does a big long stretch along the back of Jon's neck, and flops on his head, so he's got a paw under his chin and one pressed against the base of Jon's ear, doing the world's laziest biscuits and still purring gently.

The answer he receives for his care is a slightly amused doggy noise commenting on his ridiculousness in the most feather-light ribbing ever as he continues to keep his eyes closed and the world firmly Away from him to enjoy friend time.

That gets a chirruped mewl from Tim as he sasses back readily, and shifts again so he's leaning up on both paws again so he can start--

Licking Jon's ear, methodical and efficiently. Get groomed, asshole.

He shifts his ear to make it easier for Tim to reach. Yes, yes, of course. So deeply put up on. Not that he's moving other than to facilitate it...

Just the most put upon pupper, life is so hard when you have a cat sitting on your head trying to help you relax with raspy licks on soft, thick ears.

Though sometimes those licks trap the thick fur collar and then he's got to spend a minute trying to paw the long strands out where they've gotten trapped on the raspy tongue bristles.

Which earns Tim a bit of a huffing dog laugh, good-natured as it is.

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