[ his breathing hiccups in his chest as they appear right in the middle of the library, but the reassurance helps. he nods once, stiffly, faintly nervous in spite of himself. he's used to not being seen himself, being able to hide himself in the lonely-- but the lonely is also distinct, especially if you're familiar with it. jon would notice that, probably.
the news makes his eyes widen, and he spins to hurry down in the direction crowley indicated, pausing briefly to peek into study and conference rooms. and then there's voices, and martin slows to a stop, going cold and uncomfortable as he recognizes the other voice.
it is dorian. and the things they're saying.. a statement? he leans against the wall outside the room, feeling tired and unhappy, arms folded across his abdomen. they're intensely focused on one another, and evidently, jon's just.. forgotten about his phone. he gets like that, forgets everything but what he wants. ]
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the news makes his eyes widen, and he spins to hurry down in the direction crowley indicated, pausing briefly to peek into study and conference rooms. and then there's voices, and martin slows to a stop, going cold and uncomfortable as he recognizes the other voice.
it is dorian. and the things they're saying.. a statement? he leans against the wall outside the room, feeling tired and unhappy, arms folded across his abdomen. they're intensely focused on one another, and evidently, jon's just.. forgotten about his phone. he gets like that, forgets everything but what he wants. ]