Jon doesn't even realize he's said Martin's name out loud. He just stands there, staring, and wondering if this--if this is another hallucination. The scars creep into his awareness, all of them unfamiliar. And the shirt looks like something Tim would've worn.
He closes his mouth when he realizes it's still open, and he doesn't move as Martin sweeps him into a hug. The ridiculous map drops from numb fingers and it takes him another heartbeat before he hugs Martin back, clinging to him as tightly as he can. Even if he looks different, he still feels right.
He doesn't say anything right away, just shoves his face into Martin's chest hard enough that his glasses are pressing uncomfortably against his face. This is--this is a lot. This is something he'd wanted and something he'd hoped would never happen. Jon swallows thickly and pulls back enough to look at Martin again. He reaches up, lightly touching the scar around his eye.
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Jon doesn't even realize he's said Martin's name out loud. He just stands there, staring, and wondering if this--if this is another hallucination. The scars creep into his awareness, all of them unfamiliar. And the shirt looks like something Tim would've worn.
He closes his mouth when he realizes it's still open, and he doesn't move as Martin sweeps him into a hug. The ridiculous map drops from numb fingers and it takes him another heartbeat before he hugs Martin back, clinging to him as tightly as he can. Even if he looks different, he still feels right.
He doesn't say anything right away, just shoves his face into Martin's chest hard enough that his glasses are pressing uncomfortably against his face. This is--this is a lot. This is something he'd wanted and something he'd hoped would never happen. Jon swallows thickly and pulls back enough to look at Martin again. He reaches up, lightly touching the scar around his eye.
Right. He should... say something.
"A year," he manages. "Martin--"
Jon feels like his brain is about to fizzle out.