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Jonathan Sims	Jon says goodbye to Cael shortly before Martin's due to come home, keeping the whiskey bottle to share a bit with his husband. He pours some into a glass and sets it aside, then goes about making sure the apartment's picked up, humming to himself. He's wearing one of his Oxford t-shirts and jeans, socks, his hair a bit of a mess.     It's all vaguely reminiscent of university days, the air of the apartment when Jon had a big test the next day. Music, some alcohol, Jon going to bed early to get plenty of rest. It /is/ a test of sorts, the arrival of the vanguard tomorrow, after all.
Martin Blackwood	Martin comes in and calls out to the residence. "I'm home" he slips off his heavy coat and hangs it in the closet by the door before moving deeper into the living room. "Jon?" he asks, noticing the whiskey and the glasses. He knew the significance. With the star outside blazing like a second moon how could he not.     He moves to the couch and sits down starting on the laces of his heavy all weather boots. "Pretty quiet night all things considered. Had a few calls from the congregation outside the Cathedral, I sent Jordon on it per what you said. Seems like it was some homeless guy passed out on their doorstep. I didn't hear much else. Calm before the storm I guess." He tugs off one boot and sets it down waiting for his husband to appear.
Jonathan Sims	"Cael brought the whiskey," Jon notes. It's a /very/ nice whiskey, 'A Midwinter Night's Dram,' the sort that goes for hundreds of dollars a bottle. "We had a drink, y'know, before... everything."     He comes over to sit down next to Martin, holding out one of the glasses. Not moving in for a kiss right away, nor a hug. There's an oddly nervous energy about him. Guilty? Maybe a little. But he's going to clear things up right quick.     Whiskey handed over, he clears his throat. "Ahh... so. While we were... talking... I told Cael about how I was going to die, and... and... she kissed me." He flushes darker, glances aside. Embrassed, not upset, and still a little glowy; he clearly /liked/ the kiss. It's weird for him to admit to that.
Martin Blackwood	Martin was about to take a sip from the whiskey. After Jon's confession then he gives a soft chuckle and sips from it, wincing a bit as the hot burn of the alcohol goes down. "'Bout time" he mutters. "I hope that you kissed her back?" he says not sounding perturbed or irritated. It's curiosity that laces his words.     "It'd be awfully rude of you not to" he adds. "Especially since you two have been tiptoeing around the issue for... what, weeks now?" he asks. He arches one of his finely cultivated eyebrows.
Jonathan Sims	Jon gapes at Martin for a long moment. "Wh... bu... /what/?! MARTIN!!!" He is suddenly in very highest dudgeon. "YOU KNEW?! AND YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?!" He keeps gaping, completely flabbergasted.     "H-how... /how/ many things about me are you keeping to yourself, waiting for me to figure out??" He puts his whiskey glass down. "No, I mean it, /what/ are you... /keeping/ from me about /myself/, Martin? I had no idea! None! I didn't realize that I... that I /love/ her until tonight! And no, I didn't bloody well kiss her back, I was waiting to talk to /you/!"
Martin Blackwood	Martin sighs. "Just these past two... the thing you told me about on the 2nd and this..." he says sipping again at the whiskey. "Jon... that must've been awkward for you both if you didn't kiss her back." He makes a dissappointed expression at his husband.     He sighs and sets the glass back on the coffee table. "Well... if you love her and she loves you... does she love you? I mean, a kiss can mean a lot of things not just love... do you know? Did she say anything or did she kiss you and when you didn't do anything in return she ran off." He looks horrified by the concept. That his husband could be that tactless was beyond his scope but it was possible if things hit him too quickly.
Jonathan Sims	"She didn't /say/ anything, but I could... feel. There's... something there." Jon eyes Martin. "We /talked/, okay? She... /she/ knew she had feelings for me, but she was worried about 'ruining our marriage.' She apologized /profusely/ for kissing me. I mean... it stands to reason, yes? With most people, kissing a married man would be a recipe for damaged feelings all around."     He glowers, then. "And then she stuck around to listen to 'The Bifrost Incident,' and had the grace to not make fun of every youthful pretension in the whole things."
Martin Blackwood	Martin perks up. "Oh! What'd she think of you being all sexy and dark and space pirate?" he asks amused. He was rather fond of the album, he liked Jon's ability to mix classical themes and folk songs into a narrative of dark and twisted violence.     He smirks. "You should dress up as Jonny sometime and show her what you looked like during performances. I could do the makeup on you if you want."
Jonathan Sims	Jon blinks at Martin. "I was... sexy? How would you even... know?" He frowns. "I... suppose that explains the amount of phone numbers I used to get after shows." He shakes his head, clearly confused by the whole business.     Then he rolls his eyes. "But... fine. At some point, I'll show her Jonny Demonic. /After/ this business is over, though, alright?" He picks up his glass and takes a long drink, frowning at his husband.     "So you're... okay if I... pursue a relationship with her? It's just, we've never... /you've/ dated other people, but I never have. I didn't know... sometimes you get awfully jealous, Martin."
Martin Blackwood	Martin shrugs. "I know Beck--Cael. I like her. She's good people" he replies to Jon. "I trust you and her. After all, she's as much responsible for your life as I am in this... I can't very well expect you two to fight off the enemy together without growing closer through it, can I?" he asks.     He smiles and gestures to a blue-flecked teapot sitting proundly on the kitchen counter. "Besides, she bought me a tea set... that makes her practically family anyway, right?" he asks her smile widening. "Thank you for talking to me Jon. It means a lot. I appreciate it. I think you should call her soon, just to let her know. Also, to tell her I appreciate the whiskey." He picks up his glass and sips a bit more of the strong alcohol.
Jonathan Sims	"I'll tell her," Jon says. "Right now... I want to have a drink with you and then get some sleep. There's a /lot/ to do, and the vanguard arrives at dawn."     He leans forward a moment, to plant a kiss on Martin's lips. "I love you too, you know," he says. Him along with Cael? Or is he responding as if Martin's said 'I love you'? Maybe both.
Martin Blackwood	Martin kisses Jon back, wrapping an arm around his husband and enjoying the mix of smells aorund him. He might not like the smoke from Jon's cigarettes, but something about it and the woody scene of the shampoo and soap Jon uses mixes into a pleasant earthy smell that blends with the taste of the whiskey just perfectly.     Once the kiss is over he smiles, resting his head against Jon's shoulder. "You're going to get through this. We're going to survive and win. I have absolute faith in you, Jon. Never forget that. I'm always here" he touches Jon's chest, "even if you can't see me." He angles his eyes up a his love and asks, "You know that, right?"
Jonathan Sims	Jon swallows and nods as he leans in to press a kiss to Martin's forehead. "I know," he whispers softly. "I know. Where I go, you go... because we're always together, in our hearts." He sighs. "I just..." He wishes it were more literal, in this case. But they do what they must.     "Let's heat up some leftovers and have dinner? Watch some cooking show and get to bed? It'd be nice to just be... ridiculously domestic for a little while. Pretend none of this is happening and the most important thing in the world is whether or not a cake rises in time."