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[beholding_archivist]

[ The video turns on to reveal your local Archivist, deep scowl on his perpetually tired face, an already very used looking pencil behind his ear and a cigarette between his fingers. Yes, that particular habit is getting worse, but judging by the open sky above him he's at least not taking it inside.

But it's the scowl that mainly addresses the network. ]

Very well. Might as well inform you all that the hospital staff has been reduced to one. I am no trained professional, have no noteworthy abilities that qualify me for the task, but I... I will do what I can should the need arise. I won't always be at the hospital, so you will have to contact me should you need anything- And I ask of everyone to abstain from needlessly reckless endeavors more likely to getting yourself hurt than resulting in any progress. I... I just-

[ He pauses, takes one deep breath and closes his eyes. ]

... I can't split myself in two.


I'm sorry.




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[beholding_archivist]

Jon may not catch the smirk, but the apology, unexpected as it may be, has him look up and at Tony first, then towards his gesturing hand and what it is indicating. And he has no intention of letting that chance pass. So of course one of his hands slowly emerges from the accumulated blankets and seizes Tony's only to drag it into the depths of Jon's blanket nest where it is by now almost impossibly warm.

The capture is punctuated by a remotely content, yet very small noise and Jon gives a slow shake of his head.

"It's fine. I- Got it to stop." The wild input of information. "Was a bad idea anyway. I... Knew- That I can't control it." And as for everything else... Well. Jon won't say he didn't at least to some degree deserve it.

[in_extremis]

That request was self-explanatory, Jon trying to correct him from leaving in the first place, and it was such a relief that Tony found himself slouching down the wall without a rod of tension up his back, his other hand immediately jumping free from where he held it still to curl over his heart instead, fingers working restlessly to crease and smooth the gathers of his shirt. He let Jon hold the other one for only a beat, waiting for further explanation, until it was clear it wasn't coming and Tony tugged his arm away to slide behind Jon's back instead and wrap around his shoulder, tugging him against Tony's side. Fuck, he hated himself, what else was new, he wouldn't have a good answer for Tommy when he asked why Tony knew and didn't do anything about it, just like he didn't have a good answer when Sunset walked out with a few billion dollars under her arm, or he let Whitney slip away to burn down an embassy. He wanted to feel that weight against him, he had this under control, it was going to be fine this time.

"It was a pleasure to be of service," he interpreted for Jon, the arrogance still not quite in his voice but Tony breathed a laugh as he ran teasing fingertips along Jon's collarbone, happy to take all of the credit for shutting his brain off for an indulgent moment before he was worrying the front of his shirt more jaggedly with concern. "Is it going to happen again?" he asked carefully.

[beholding_archivist]

He may not get to keep Tony's hand in his own hold for long, but Jon will gladly accept being pulled close by it again. That at least takes care of that dreadful distance. And there is Tony's other hand as well, currently so much more restful and speaking of the man's fretful mind. The concerned display validates Jon reaching out again and simply covering that hand with his. There's a lot to worry about, he gets it.

Tony's commentary and question draw Jon's attention up to him once again and he leans his head against Tony's shoulder, pointing out "...you may have to be more precise." He glances over to the open door Tony has indicated before "Will I be flooded with knowledge again? Not to that degree, no. It normally only trickles through every now and then. Single pieces, not entire encyclopedias." He pauses to glance up towards the ceiling "Will I force answers from someone again? I don't know? I'm- Trying not to? But I'm not sure I can give a guarantee." His eyes wander further around, now landing back on Tony "Will I let you shut me up again?" And here is a pause that lingers before being met with a brief, crooked smile and a one-sided shrug "Possibly." Should such a desire even still exist.

At any rate, these are the three possible questions he can come up with right away. If Tony is asking anything else, he will need to ask full questions.

[in_extremis]

Whatever had been going on with Jon hadn't been clear, so Tony didn't know how to be more precise and was glad when he got it in one anyway, as usual more perceptive when Tony wasn't trying to fill the room with noise. It sounded like a DDoS attack to the brain, not entirely alien to Extremis, but Tony couldn't imagining functioning through it and trying to write it all down, by hand no less, like Jon seemed to have. He tickled his knuckles along Jon's neck in appreciation for figuring out what Tony meant as he reversed their hold against his chest to massage his thumb into Jon's palm, sure he had to be hiding some cramping this whole time.

He wasn't expecting any further answers, and wasn't sure he appreciated the second one so much. The ambiguity wasn't really a problem, the fact that Jon even had to ask in the first place was a whole step removed from far more invasive telepaths that Tony had known and while he clearly wasn't a fan, there was an arguable precedent for acceptability should Jon be brought before a jury of his peers. Tony wasn't as worried about that as he was about Jon hunting down kids to humiliate them, and that he didn't seem to see the difference. Still yet, while Tony didn't share the smile, the third answer made him bring the hand he held to his lips to kiss Jon's palm, then his wrist, eyes shut against his frustrations. "Your water's boiling," he mumbled instead.