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[statementfuckingends]

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

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[corkscrewed]

Oh, whatever. You say that like you're not just as stubborn. In a slightly different way, maybe, but...

[ martin trails off, relaxing slightly when tim shifts closer. ]

I'm glad you're here. I don't know if I've said that yet.

[statementfuckingends]

We're all stubborn arses.

[With a gentle elbow into Martin's bicep, now he's in range.

But his smile's a bit softer this time. More genuine.]

You did say that before, when I first got here. It's easier to believe now.

[corkscrewed]

[ and he elbows him back, just because he's also in range. ]

What? Why didn't you believe me before?

[statementfuckingends]

[The returning elbow gets a grin, but the question knocks it off again.]

Day Zero after being blown up in the Unknowing? Honestly, I wasn't sure most of it was real for a while. I was supposed to have died.

[corkscrewed]

- yeah. I guess that makes sense. It was so long ago for me that- it's not like I forgot, you know? [ he could never. ] I think - I dunno. Hearing your actual voice, not a recording, for the first time in forever - it was something else.

[statementfuckingends]

[It's not an elbow this time - it's a full press of his bicep against Martin's in a gentle lean.]

Yeah. I can't imagine, but. At least you're back for us both to appreciate this whole mess.

[corkscrewed]

[ martin casts a sidelong glance at him, releasing his ankle just so he can lean back. it's - well, soothing. ]

Yeah. Not that I'm accomplishing much, here, but... yeah.

[statementfuckingends]

[Tim grins, broad and shameless, and stays where he is.]

Neither am I, really, and I actually have an Inmate.

[corkscrewed]

Yeah, and I don't. I've only ever clicked with inmates who are already settled in with a a solid warden. [ he makes a pitiful sort of sound. ] Beetlejuice tried to play inmate matchmaker with me once. Humiliating.

[statementfuckingends]

Oh, so we're allowed to say his name here?

[He'd been curious but not enough to bother the big man himself on it.

And his grin turns cheeky.]

So what's Inmate Matchmaker meant to be?

[corkscrewed]

Just, uh, careful about saying it too many times in a row.

[ the cheeky grin earns an honest to god eyeroll from him. ]

Exactly what it sounds like? I spent a lot of time here when I was still, you know, pretty well in the grip of the Lonely. Made me a piss poor warden for a while.

[statementfuckingends]

Well we'll keep you away from John Seed and Carol for a bit, they'd walk all over you.

[Him, joining in on matchmaking? Heavens forbid, perish the thought.]

I'll have to give the list another look to see who else might suit you.

[corkscrewed]

[ martin groans out loud at that. ] The biggest favor you could do me is pretending you're not way more integrated with people here after three months than I am in three years.

[statementfuckingends]

[That gets a sharp, slightly mean bark of laughter.]

That's not integration, Seed was going to shank me. He's an absolute nutter, and Carol's his psychopath lackey.

[corkscrewed]

Nah, just the "I'll have to give the list a look." [ martin's nose wrinkles very slightly. ] Dying here does suck pretty badly? So be careful.

[statementfuckingends]

[That gets a bit of a grim smile.]

Can't imagine it's much worse than the explosion. Or Jacobi killing me that last flood.

[corkscrewed]

Wait, you died?

[statementfuckingends]

[He grimaces gently.]

I mean, not like that. I was an avatar of the End and an Inmate besides. Jacobi was my bestie in the, like... weird Flood version of things, but he was a member of the Hunt.

[Which, he hopes Martin can piece the dots there.]

That's what I gave the statement on for Jon, what my life was like on that one.

[corkscrewed]

No, no, I get it -

[ jon had already mentioned the circumstances. he just doesn't love it. ]

Either nothing is happening or everything is so much, nonstop. [ said with a long-suffering sigh, not with an air of serious heaviness. ]

[statementfuckingends]

[He drapes an arm over the back of the couch so he can rest his head on his chin.]

So really, business as usual for us.

You're welcome to listen to the tape, by the way. I let Jon keep it.

[corkscrewed]

[ martin has given up pretense now, with the way he's sort of just flopped against tim in whatever way is most comfortable at any given moment. he is a bit shifty and restless, but more like a cat that can't decide which way is most comfortable. ]

No offense, but - probably not? Not that I'm not happy to hear about it, I'm just kind of through with tapes, I think. [ his nose wrinkles. ] Has he told you about the coffin? Has he told you how he got out of the coffin?

[statementfuckingends]

[He wrinkles his nose, lowering his tea before he takes the sip.]

Eugh, yeah. He told us about Jared and how the ribs didn't even work in the end, it was you leaving the running tapes all over the coffin that did it.

[corkscrewed]

They followed us through the whole apocalypse, too. Do you know how aggravating that was? Invasive.

[statementfuckingends]

[He doesn't even try to keep the sing-song teasing out of his otherwise flat voice.]

Now you know how I felt~

[corkscrewed]

I think we all felt that way. [ a very gentle nudge, just because he doesn't want tea all over his sofa. ] They reappeared the second Jon came out of his coma. It was so weird.