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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]

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.