“If there’s something really wrong with him-” “.I’m not sure,” Sasha replied eventually. Still– if Sasha was worried, he trusted her judgement more than he did his own. He wasn’t sure if that made it more likely for it to be a similar case, or more likely for him to falsely assume it was.
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He knew full well he had been paranoid about plenty of things lately, especially having just nearly called the cops on his boss taking a nap, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how Jon had supposedly been receiving texts from him about being sick as Martin sat in his living room with no power and watching every single crack in his windows and doors for worms. Sasha moved to read the text as well, a frown tugging at her lips that Martin really didn’t like. Martin squinted at his phone again, realising he had been too occupied with the mere concept of a normal, not-yelling-at-him kind of text from Jon that he hadn’t even picked up on everything else about the message. Hell, I got him drunk once and he still texted me that he had made it home safely with perfect punctuation.” “He misspelt two words.” He glanced up at Sasha.
Instead, Tim tilted his head, brow furrowing. Martin felt his chest clench, just praying that Tim didn’t bring up any earlier messages or take his phone or something, but he didn’t. Martin glanced up as his gaze traced through the messages, the playfulness in his eyes slowly fading. “As if he hasn’t been dead on his feet for two weeks now,” Sasha scoffed as Tim walked over to peer over at the phone, elbow resting on Martin’s shoulder. “Yeah! Well, he- he said he’s feeling ‘a bit off,’ so close enough.” Did he admit that he really just needs to lie down for a day?” “Good for him! Bet he finally got sick or passed out or something. But Tim grinned, setting his hands on his hips. He caught Tim and Sasha glance at each other, Sasha’s eyes narrowing suspiciously in an emotion that didn’t quite reflect the pride in his coworker Martin had been feeling himself. Jon’s finally taking a rest day, he won’t be in today.” He was trying very hard not to think too much about the fact that Jon had texted him as opposed to anybody else in the archives. He bit the inside of his cheek, pressing back the flutter of emotion in his chest. “Oh! Um-” Martin quickly shut off his phone, blinking and turning to see Tim and Sasha setting down their bags and walking over to him. “I’m not taking that bet, Tim, I owe you enough.” “Five bucks that he’s thinking about Jon.” Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 29306 Chapters: 3/? Comments: 33 Kudos: 80 Bookmarks: 12 Hits: 687
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