[Martin scoffs and, tentatively, leans a little closer to Tim. It's... strange, still, having this kind of closeness with people apart from Jon. Not bad, just different. He never thought he would have it. But people here seem to enjoy actually letting him touch them. It might be a few more years before the novelty wears off.]
Pretty sure this was past the warning shot when she kept telling me she wouldn't let me walk her home or call her dad. Who turns a kid barely past being a toddler into a vampire? Sick people...
I'd call you an idiot, but I think you might take it personally.
[Time to run his fingers into Martin's hair, just a little. You know what the best part of not being colleagues any more is? Random displays of affection for your friends.
Especially after they were idiots and got attacked by a vampire.]
You know, from what I've gathered from her, I'm not entirely sure if it was the overly emotional basket case, or the narcissistic sociopath. Either way. Neither of them are here, so nobody can have a...
[What blood Martin still possesses rushes to his cheeks as Tim just... does that. He reels a bit, light-headed, and can't really respond for a few seconds. Tim is stroking his hair and it feels nice, gentle. Oh, god, Martin is going to screw this up somehow. Maybe he shouldn't say anything at all, just be silent and it will keep going. The level of desperation for simple touch is pathetic, and Martin knows it. Still...]
Yeah, uh. We--I. May have seen one of her memories? From--from when there were all those weird...eye flower things? Back in...back...last month?
And she...might have. Maybe. Been keeping an eye on me since? Because I was roundly pathetic because of my death flu still and so I think she thinks I'm patently bad at being a living creature.
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Pretty sure this was past the warning shot when she kept telling me she wouldn't let me walk her home or call her dad. Who turns a kid barely past being a toddler into a vampire? Sick people...
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[Time to run his fingers into Martin's hair, just a little. You know what the best part of not being colleagues any more is? Random displays of affection for your friends.
Especially after they were idiots and got attacked by a vampire.]
You know, from what I've gathered from her, I'm not entirely sure if it was the overly emotional basket case, or the narcissistic sociopath. Either way. Neither of them are here, so nobody can have a...
[Pipe to the kneecaps?]
...conversation with them.
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Wait. You-you've talked to her before?
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And she...might have. Maybe. Been keeping an eye on me since? Because I was roundly pathetic because of my death flu still and so I think she thinks I'm patently bad at being a living creature.