[Jon hears the door at the top of the stairs, which is why there's a mug of tea waiting for Peter at the table in the breakroom when the other man looks in. Jon is also there, sat staring at a mug of tea his own hands are cupped around, expression blank.
His hair is damp and uncombed, just hanging down, and he looks very clean, in general. He's wearing the pajamas he keeps in the Archives along with a jumper he'd stolen from Martin the first time the other man had been in the city. It's too big, a little worn, and brightly-colored.]
Yes. There's tea.
[He doesn't gesture, doesn't look up. Jon's aware he should make more of an effort or it's going to worry Peter all the more, but the effort that entails seems daunting in the moment.]
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His hair is damp and uncombed, just hanging down, and he looks very clean, in general. He's wearing the pajamas he keeps in the Archives along with a jumper he'd stolen from Martin the first time the other man had been in the city. It's too big, a little worn, and brightly-colored.]
Yes. There's tea.
[He doesn't gesture, doesn't look up. Jon's aware he should make more of an effort or it's going to worry Peter all the more, but the effort that entails seems daunting in the moment.]
I made it how you like.