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From:

darkov

[it takes a few minutes of intermittent knocking for Martin to realize that it's not in his head...nor is it going to stop until he moves. unhappily, he slides off the couch, blinking around blearily: the TV is on, sound almost muted, the curtains are pulled dark, and the rest of the house is silent save for that knocking. a little bit of him wonders if he ought to be worried -- no one else is home, after all...]

...Oh...

[it's Archie. he peeks out through one of the curtains before approaching the door, unlocking and opening it, already stepping out of the way for him (and to brace for dog impact).]

Hello, Archie.

From:

h2no

[mightyena is unders strict instructions to be calm and placid around martin right now-- and so there isn't a dog impact. there is a little trot and a gentle lick of the face. archie's kept his expression bright, as usual as he gives martin's shoulder a little squeeze as he walks in.]

Yo, scamp! I brought you some special cheeses. Thought maybe you could try 'em and get some food in ya at the same time.

[he looks back at martin, head cocked.]

I'll bring some plates to the sitting room for ya.

From:

darkov

[Martin's fingers glide along Mightyena's back as he pads by, himself lingering behind to close the door and watch Archie move freely along so easily. is he the only one that Martin knows who isn't trapped in some kind of vat of molasses? even Rex has been moving slower of late.

he makes a faint sound before moving again, back to his spot on the couch. after a few seconds of just sitting, he moves to grab the remote and turn the TV off; the blend of present activity with the voices and music coming off the screen gave him a strange feeling in his head.

his hands get pushed by Pokemon fur again with Mightyena making another pass, bringing his attention down to look at him more properly. Martin doesn't know a thing about types, least of all dark, but there is some connection there in eye contact; Mightyena's eyes are sharper and more knowing than any dog's he's seen before.]

From:

h2no

[the hyena pokémon sticks by martin, tail wagging low and slow as he tries to comfort the darkov in the only way he really can; sticking close and showing that care in his looks. the way he does for archie, too. he grabs a plate and some plain crackers and water out the kitchen, sauntering back into the living room. he'd rather act like he's fine for martin-- maybe he's lucky, unlike rex and andy. maybe he doesn't have a war or thousands of years of previous deaths and guilt weighing him down. it hurts, but he tells himself he can persevere, for martin. take any of the weight off andy and rex he can.

(maybe part of him overperforms because he thinks that's all he's good for.)

archie sets the box on the coffee table, sitting next to martin and holds the glass over to him.]

From:

darkov

[Martin silently takes the glass after a beat, prying his gaze away from the Pokemon with a quiet sigh. he balances the glass on his lap, peering at it and the abstract reflections it makes of the space around it.]

How come...you came today?

[he thinks he knows why, yet something in him wants to hear it aloud, from the source.]

From:

h2no

[he looks over at martin, reaching out to scritch mightyena behind the ear idly.]

S'been a while since I saw ya and Rex mentioned it'd help him to know you had company. Not like giving that to you is any kind of trouble for me.

[hand goes from mightyena to martin's shoulder, squeezing it.]

'Sides, it's a bit of a shitshow right now. Too much goin' on at once.

From:

darkov

Did he tell you about Cass?

[his eyes don't leave the glass.]

From:

h2no

[he's not sure if he's surprised or not that martin is getting right into it. he knows the kid can be efficient when he has to be, even if he doesn't realise it himself. grief works in funny ways.]

Yeah. He posted to the network about it-- had a lot of people that needed to know. I knew to expect it, too.

From:

darkov

[he falls quiet at that, and stays that way for a minute or two.

then:] She promised to come back in the morning. Days ago.

From:

h2no

[archie looks away for a moment, then slides his arm around martin's shoulders, pulling him against his side.]

I know. Sometimes these things... don't make sense, timewise. All we can do is wait. She'll be back.

[maybe not. but martin doesn't need to hear that right now.]

From:

darkov

Like Andy.

[he says it with a bit of flatness in his tone, though unintentional. consequence of being around Andy!

after a beat:] Right?

From:

h2no

Like Andy, [he says with a nod.] And like Rex, too.

From:

darkov

[now he looks over, his brow furrowing.]

Rex didn't--didn't die...

From:

h2no

No, he didn't. When people die, or Port out, they go through the Porter the same. It's not-- actually, it's not the same, but she'll come out the Porter when she comes back.

[recounted by someone who's died before and hated it.]

It... like Port outs, it takes a couple days. To come back.

From:

darkov

Not always.

[his expression starts to cloud over, the light in his eyes fading and taking on a more distant quality.

he still hasn't forgotten Anderson or Akira.]

From:

h2no

[he sighs inwardly-- annoyed at himself for bringing the conversation to this. he just can't bring himself to lie to martin, no matter the severity of the situation, hardly by omission.]

People come back from death more often than they come back from a simple Port out.

[this is a confusing path to navigate. he doesn't want to give false hope... archie just sighs a little.]

Hey, have you slept since you found out?

From:

darkov

Yeah.

[he thinks so? he's been in bed a lot; surely some of it has been unconscious.]

...How long has it been?

From:

h2no

Two days, so far.

[he gives martin a little squeeze.]

C'mon. Let's get some food in ya. Try one of those Crackers first.

From:

darkov

I'm not really hungry, Archie...

[he says it guiltily, still hanging onto that glass of water, but not doing much else with it. his eyes do wince when he hears Mightyena breathe out a little whine.]

From:

h2no

[he doesn't move at all, doesn't move to pick up the crackers or the cheese.]

When did you last eat? [it's asked with concern.]

From:

darkov

[he moves one hand to scratch idly at the side of his head.]

I dunno. Oatmeal... I think.

From:

h2no

Martin... [he says, nudging him again.] When, not what.

From:

darkov

[he ducks his head as he wobbles under the nudge.]

Sorry...I don't remember.

From:

h2no

That's what I mean.

[he leans forward, taking one.]

You want some of this cheese on it?

From:

darkov

That-that's fine...

[he's not going to put up much of a fight, absent appetite or otherwise. he just isn't going to look terribly excited about it either, hanging onto the cracker that's offered for a while before bothering to have a bite.]