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Respite

The lake is dark and calm with a small breeze by the time they arrive at its shores. The stars above reflect perfectly in the still waters before them, and a small copse of trees lines one side, starting on their side of the river and jumping along the other side.

Chris takes a moment to re-prepare the spell he hadn't been able to cast in five years and gestures vaguely to the area around them as a suggestion for what the others can do. Gathering in the forest, sitting on a nearby over-turned log, it didn't matter to him. What he needed was an hour without interruption.

He settles down on the ground and presses his hands together as he closes his eyes to focus on the image in his mind. Within minutes, the white, shimmering outline of a large building forms in thin air. The gentle glow of its light barely spreads from the growing structure.

As promised, it takes the full hour before the slowly filling-in form is complete and finishes with a jaunty, echoing click.

Chris takes a breath, now sitting in front of the stoop that looks annoyingly like the one he'd passed earlier in the night, and gets back onto stiff legs as the glow fades away, leaving smooth, but otherwise unremarkable, white stone behind.

"Here we are. Home for the next however long we need. I'll start working on food and water next." Once they're inside, anyway, which is why he takes back his things from where he'd left them and leads them into the temple, marked only with the carving of ravens on the black wood of the double doors.

Inside is something just shy of opulence. The same polished white stone makes the walls, though black and gold veins course through the marble. The floor is the inverse, a black stone with white, shimmering speckles like a night sky if looked at for long enough. A single window faced East high up on the wall. The temple was alight with sconces at regular intervals along the walls, illuminating an open area that held all the offerings of comfort Chris could think of.

A large hot-springs-like bath, complete with a miniature waterfall, took up the left side of the room and ran into a smaller, similar bath at dog-height. Next to it, covered by a retractable screen, was a shower. Along the back wall, a raven's head emblazoned the white wall in black and watched out over a set of tables, chairs, and a couple of sofas. The majority of the center was clear for walking, but the right edge and right side of the room held a deeply inset pit of pillows, cushions, and blankets in various soft (black and purple) fabrics.

Finally, in the middle of the right-hand wall, there were two closed doors that, when inspected, revealed one room with a large, soft chair and rug, while the other room was made of nothing but stone with jars, pitchers, and plates on shelves along two walls and a cork wall perfect for catching daggers on the other side.

"I hope it works for everyone. I didn't...I didn't make separate bedrooms this time. I didn't figure we would need them tonight."

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Too much. It's all too much and she can't even find the words to describe how. Trying to pull something together in the moment only ever makes things worse between them, so Amelia forces herself to take a breath, nod an acknowledgement of her own, and to wipe her face again. She needs to finish the alterations for Wolfe. She needs to keep herself together.

She needs to move so she doesn't do something else stupid and ruin what understanding they've managed.

"You're welcome." I meant every word. She keeps that part in as she gathers her work in one hand and gets to her feet. "I'm going to retreat now to give myself a little space to think, and clean my face before I finish this for Wolfe. My eyes are in no state for that at the moment." The continued slow stream of tears certainly doesn't help. Her lips quirk into something that could almost be called a smile as she slowly reaches out to him, dragging the back of her hand down his arm before she rests it on his shoulder.

"It's all right if the stains don't come out. Not all of them do." She squeezes his shoulder gently before withdrawing her hand. "Thank you for trying and for all else you've done tonight." Another hint of a smile as she withdraws fully, lips parting as if to say something else, but nothing comes. Instead she nods to him once more and walks as evenly as she can to the kitchen, setting aside the pants and supplies in her hands before washing off her face for just a moment too long for what she said she needed. It helps just enough that she's able to grab a towel and her work once more to retreat to the room she was in earlier to keep wiping her face until she gets the tears to stop and she can finish fixing the damn pants.

She retreats and it’s for the best. The space is for the best. The time is-

But she slides a hand down his arm in their way of things and the chill in him sinks deeper even as he offers his own lopsided smile and in that moment it feels like looking at his guardians a few feet and hundreds of miles away. Could he really afford to lose anyone else?

He’d spent so many years desperately lonely and only knew it for discovering what it was like to have people he could trust and rely on. He only learned what security felt like in Duplicity. What would he do or be if he lost what was left?

He swallows hard to calm the racing thoughts and Amelia’s retreated before he can think to say anything more anyway. Stains.
Not all of them come out…

That didn’t mean he couldn’t try.

Jon heads out of the study room after Wolfe, and his eyes immediately search for Chris. Alone and finishing up his washing. It seems the one piece still needed more attention, which... has to be a metaphor for something going on here. While he'd felt the fear and caught some stray thoughts, Wolfe had been sufficiently distracting, so his attention is on the cleric, searching for signs of tears or immediate distress.

He seems... closed off, though. A part of Jon wants to go to him for comfort, to press against his boyfriend and just be there without words or anything else but touch. The presence of Amelia and Wolfe both in the room stops him from doing that, though, not to mention other priorities. The Archivist needs to get on the same page with their resident rogue. Every time he talks to Chris, he just feels more and more guilty not telling him about what actually happened during the fight.

Amelia seems to be finishing up her sewing, so he approaches her carefully, trying not to charge over and demand. His voice is also low when he addresses her. "When you're finished, could I have a moment of your time, please? Just in one of the other rooms."

When Wolfe steps out of the room, the first thing he looks to is where Chris and Amelia are. They're about as far from each other as they can get without leaving the temple, which is sadly unsurprising, if not unexpected. It's in his heart to go to both of them, but he's only one person and Jon said he needs to speak to Amelia, so he blows her a kiss if she happens to look up and instead lets his feet take him towards the laundry area and the feeling of confused tension he imagines permeates the air.

They may be giving their relationship space right now, but that doesn't mean Wolfe can't be a quiet support as a friend. They were that first, and always.

Wolfe settles down against a nearby wall, making himself obvious but not obtrusive, and watches Chris' hands in the water. It's his first instinct to offer to help but the bunching of Chris' shoulders tells him it's not about the cleaning.

"Hello," Wolfe finally says, in Faerun's Common, perhaps a bit formally to make sure he gets the inflection right.

He can hear when his boys come back out, but he's just about finished doing as much as he can without wearing holes in the fabric of the shirt. By the time he rinses the thing, its discolored spots are noticeable, but not too damnably in the family of red anymore, and Wolfe seems to be the only one still with him. Hopefully, that doesn't end poorly, considering what Amelia had just told him of her last conversation alone with Jon.

His worries are shortened with that rather proper hello, but he still spares a smile for his mage while he's finishing his work. "Well, hello to you, too." He says it with his best 'noble' accent and cocks a brow. "Have fun with your practicing?"

"I did, actually. Jon is a good partner for study, if a little hauty about things. Normally it would bother me but I hope it made him feel useful." Wolfe keeps his voice low, in case Jon is in any position to overhear. The accent of nobility - so close to his own, thanks to Leandra Hawke's careful lessons - has Wolfe grinning just a bit. He's not sure if he's being made fun of or just the 'proper' manner of speaking, but its cute hearing Chris talk like that regardless. "We'll see how much of it sticks, but at least I'm limber for tomorrow."

Glancing at the water, Wolfe has to resist the urge to idly swirl it with his magic. It should be odd, falling into remembering not to cast, but it just feels familiar. A bit depressingly, though thankfully its for another reason besides hiding. "How did your talk with Amelia go? Unless you don't want to talk about it. I'll understand if its just between you, but I'm asking as your friend and not as her boyfriend."

He will allow Chris the room to not make that disconnect. Wolfe has always been one to blur the lines at least a little, even if he knows himself capable of keeping that separating if necessary, like right now. He can't deny that he wants to know, but mostly he thinks it would be best for Chris to talk to someone about what's in his head.

He hangs the shirt with a smirk. "He's a brat often, but it is cute when he gets all pompous about what he knows. I'm glad you two are working together on it." Maybe it's less endearing to someone not in love with Jonathan Sims, but that could be said about some of Wolfe's habits as well.

Speaking of less endearing...

Wolfe asks his question, and for a moment, Chris's expression is back to one of careful neutrality. At least until he turns his attention back to Wolfe and he remembers not to play the politician. He shrugs and sighs. "Fine. For the most part. She did explain that she talked to you about what happened before...which was why I was so irritated at the lake. For the rest, for me and her...I made myself clear, and she asked for time to think on it. I think that's the best we can expect right now. Nothing's fixed...can't even promise it's better, but we talked."

"I sort of figured, after she told me," it comes out as a sigh, but a commiserate one. "She's never been good with grief. I found it strange at first but considering she also never allowed herself to be close to anyone before Duplicity, it makes sense."

He resists the urge to lay some of the blame at his own feet, again reminding himself that his being taken away was not his fault, nor were the reactions of those who lost him for that time. "I think it's better to have it out in the open, at least. You can't move forward through closed doors."

Leaning back, Wolfe considers the spider markings around the top edges of the walls. Chris never likes being looked at when they're talking about emotional subjects. "Do you feel alright about how you left it for now?"

It takes more than a little bit of effort not to roll his eyes or scoff about Amelia's reactions making sense. Sometimes, yes, other times...he feels he'd have more in common with a stranger. She's trying. And Wolfe's right about their need for communication. They always needed to air out their issues; rarely had time and space alone been enough.

He turns and dries his hands and starts work on putting up the laundry things even if he doesn't actually need to by all rights. "Mostly, I suppose. I took the chance to apologize for my part in our...strife. I also told her that I'm open to having a more...intimate relationship. However, I also told her that should she ever do something as she did at the end there again that relationship would be rescinded. The number of times I can hear 'I'll do better, I swear,' and be faced with the same problem over again is limited."

He tries not to let bitterness seep into his tone, but isn't quite as successful as he'd like, especially when it comes to Wolfe's keen ears. He sighs and turns back to his mage, arms folding tight in front of him. His voice is quieter when he speaks next. "Just so you know what was said as well."

Listening quietly, Wolfe shifts so he can help with some of the pinning up. Sitting still while Chris did all the washing was the most he could not help.

Honestly, he's proud of Chris and Amelia. This is hard, but in his experience nothing worth having ever easy, not at first. And this is still 'at first' for them having a physical relationship with each other, especially Chris with a woman. It's not been terribly long and there have already been some exceptional ups and downs. It's about time they had a talk regarding boundaries, let alone how they want to be with each other.

"Can I tell you what I think?" He starts, but is cut off by Jon's voice sounding across the temple. Wolfe smiles the patient smile of the oft-interrupted and shrugs. "...Or we can see what it is Jon's been so cagey about today."

Chris nods. He did want to hear what Wolfe thought, even if it might or might not change how he thought or felt himself...but then Jon calls to them, and Chris gives a small smile.

"Maybe later, then...and I don't think he's been too cagey. He and Amelia had a tiff earlier; he probably just sounds like that."

Regardless, he heads out from the laundry area to meet back up with their other halves.

"I'm already done." She could hear Jon's approach and knew Wolfe wasn't coming to her from the sounds of their movements, so she'd focused on finishing the last of a triplet of leaves on one side of the mage's trousers. Familiar shapes that don't have a place anymore, but she didn't know what else to do; her hands needed work and her head needed the space that provided. Now she gets to stare at the work and know she did it reflexively rather than doing it for a purpose. That... fuck, she'll deal with it later.

She gets to her feet, pushing aside the trousers and the gathered sewing materials, including her knife. If it comes to violence again, she'll use her fists. She hopes beyond all else that it won't come to that.

Once they've moved into a room and closed the door, Amelia crosses her arms low over her chest and forces herself to take a breath as she looks at Jon. "What is it you need? You have my full attention." She's had enough of her own thoughts for a while, so she'll take the diversion no matter what form it takes.

It's far more immediate than he'd expected, but it's probably better to get this over and done with sooner rather than later. Jon follows her back into the study he'd just been in with Wolfe and eyes her. Her posture is defensive, but he can't exactly fault her for that. The Archivist doesn't grovel, but he does lower his gaze and head slightly in deference.

"First and foremost, I owe you an apology. I lost control of myself and was on the verge of properly attacking you and your mind." There's a long pause before he adds, "Thank you for stopping me. It's what needed to be done, and I'm grateful you didn't hesitate."

He doesn't apologize for what he'd said, though. That he has little guilt over. He does keep his eyes down and waits for a response before pressing ahead with the more delicate matter he needs to discuss.

An apology is unexpected, but this entire day has been full of that. She has a feeling it's motivated less by an actual desire to apologize than to keep the tense peace that exists in this temple and she finds she doesn't care. They need to learn to put things behind them or at least to be angry in the moment and then let it go. It helps this particular case that she doesn't want to think about their topic of conversation, not yet.

She nods. "Apology accepted. If there's ever a need for something like that in the future, I won't hesitate then, either." Even if Chris gets angry with her about it. Better to ask forgiveness if it means preventing worse things from happening for their group. "For all of our sakes, I'll avoid being recklessly violent with you wherever possible."

He won't get an apology from her for her words or her actions. She still believes she's right about herself and she was already honest with Chris about the fact that she punched Jon, if only mostly about why. All else can remain unsaid.

"What else is on your mind?" She arches a brow at him, not accusing him of anything but clearly expecting it to be more important than his apology. What it could be, she truly doesn't know.

Jon mentally thanks whatever gods might be listening for how smoothly that had gone. This is the easier part, but she could have pressed back, refused the apology, told him it wasn't enough. But that's done and they can move along.

"I've told Chris and Wolfe we had an argument... I haven't gone into specifics or what I did to you. I wasn't-" Jon sighs, running his hand through his hair briefly. "Neither of us wants to have those two fussing after us, and they will if they find out I threatened you like I did. I can keep the specifics between just the two of us, or I can tell them. I don't imagine they'll be upset with you, just... wanting to help. I, uh... I took a Statement from Wolfe once. We fixed it, but it happened. He'll likely be more protective of you. I wanted to get your... permission? Consent? I wanted you to weigh in on if you want them to know about that.

"I don't care about them being mad at me, but I don't want you to feel like they're being over-protective when we're all already on edge. If you don't want to deal with it, I mean."

"I know what happened with Wolfe. We were living together at the time, and he explained the incident to me." After she'd pulled him away from working the bar so he could rest his aching feet. It's because of that very incident that she understands how abilities work and why what happened in the woods was so dangerous. If he'd gone any further in his pressing or she hadn't raised a hand to him, tonight could have been very bad for them both. Tomorrow morning could've been worse.

She sighs heavily and rubs her arms. "Chris knows I struck you after we argued. Wolfe should know that as well." But how much more to tell? The whole of it will have everyone up in arms about it and that's the last thing she needs right now. Hiding the truth will only make things worse if it comes out later, though.

Dreams, she wishes she'd shoved him off sooner to avoid all of this.

"We should tell them. Impress on them that nothing is wrong and we're both fine. I didn't give you a Statement and there's little danger of me doing so now that we're all back in the temple. They don't need to fret or be angry at more than the fact that we got into that mess in the first place." There will be some no matter what they do, but hopefully it can be minimized. "We can't lie to them about this or it'll bite us in the ass later, and that's something I'd like us both to avoid."

He's a little surprised to hear she told him that, and he's eyes shoot up briefly along with his brows to search her face for the reaction Chris might have had. He hadn't barged in on Wolfe and Jon, so presumably he thought it fine enough. Given the lack of actual injuries to Jon's person, the cleric almost certainly deemed it acceptable.

Jon drops his gaze again and nods briefly. He thinks to offer that he could take a secret to his grave, but even then, he'd be dealing with Chris and Wolfe and their damnable insights... not to mention the perpetual guilt. There are enough reasons for that without adding on lying by omission to his boyfriend and friend. A boyfriend who has asked him in the past to be open and honest about these sorts of things.

"Okay. I'll ask- Please let me tell them, if you would. Unless you'd like us to explain with all four of us together there."

What she wants is for this whole thing to be over with already. What they have is a knotted thread that needs to be untangled for all to see. Hiding away while Jon tells the others likely won't help the situation, even if she wishes it could be that simple.

"I think we should both be present when they're told. I'll let you take the lead in explaining and offer comment when needed." She frowns softly at him. "We should tell them sooner than later. Even a day or two's delay could land us both in hot water."

"I know. I-" Jon rubs at his face. "I know. Come on, then. Hopefully they aren't in the middle of some heart-to-heart." This is already going to be awkward enough. As there doesn't seem to be terribly much else to say on the matter, he turns and opens the door once more. Maybe Chris and Wolfe will take that as a good sign? A brief conversation and no one with stab wounds or tears! They're making progress.

Whatever the other men might be doing, Jon raises his voice. "When you both have a moment, I, uh... There's something we should let you know."

Conversation thoroughly interrupted, Chris heads over to the other room, brow raised and without any tears on his face or a look of annoyance to show that anything had been cut short. They could always talk after.

At least Jon didn't look like he'd been recently punched, but Chris wasn't sure he'd be able to tell either. He wouldn't put it past Jon to stay in the room long enough to hide the evidence. He stands, hip cocked and arms lightly crossed a few feet from the door Jon comes out of.

"Please do. I hope it's not anything like you've decided to kill each other, or actually, we'll need a two-story house to keep you two apart at all times going forward." His not expecting that to be the case does make it easier to joke about.

"We'll have to start earning coin right away to afford that. Maybe Jon should bet against me in Bastila and I'll throw a match," Wolfe jokes, right behind Chris and absently wiping his damp hands on his shirt. His gaze crosses over the both of them, silently trying to anticipate what they might have to say. It can't possibly be as world shattering as everything else they've been dealing with lately, so that's a comfort at least.

"Neither of you look injured and I don't smell blood, so off to a great start," he adds cheerfully.

The jokes are to be expected with these two. Amelia's still raw from her talk with Chris and wants to snap at them both for it, but has enough control to hold back. She waves a hand dismissively at them both and then gestures to their usual table in invitation to sit.

"I have a feeling you'd see it sooner than smell it," she points out as she takes a seat. It's a bit more clipped than she intends. Her lips press into a frown as she puts her hands in her lap in an effort to keep from crossing her arms defensively. "But if you want to get us something nice to better keep the peace once we have the coin, I'll not say no to a quiet corner where half of our group could study without distraction."

The temple is wonderful and keeps them out of the cold, but sounds carry and it's open enough that distractions abound for all of them.

Jon takes the good humor with about as much grace as Amelia. He frowns, ignores it, and moves to sit at the table with her. "There's no particularly nice way to say this, so... Amelia punched me while we were out walking because I very nearly attacked her."

His eyes flick briefly to Wolfe, then focus on Chris. "It didn't get far enough for me to actually do anything apart from... frighten her, but the fact it got to that point at all is unacceptable.

"We've come to an agreement she'll take that action again if it comes to that, but I intend to take steps to avoid that potential." He takes a breath. " And again, I didn't take a Statement from her. She's safe." For now.

Amelia’s terse mood hadn’t sniffed his limited good humor, but Jon’s words did. He goes still and watchful and tries to bite back the paranoia that whispers that they’d kept this secret all day instead of mentioning when it happened, what if they’d never said?

In the end, they had, and only a matter of hours later. That had to count for a lot.

Still, his gaze flickers from Jon to Amelia and back and he keeps neutrality in his every aspect.

“Alright. I can’t say I’m surprised beyond how soon it happened, but I’m glad you both were able to stop it.” And back to Amelia- “I know I’m generally very much not alright with violence towards my partner, but in the case of self defense, please always do what you need. The Eye is still strong and dangerous for now.”

He looks between them again. “What came up that grabbed the Eye’s attention so strongly?”

Bristling that Jon even came close to taking a Statement from Amelia, Wolfe resists the urge to say anything immediately. Jon has been hearing Amelia's fears and still being tied to the Eye means that its probably kept him on edge since they've arrived, nevermind his and Chris' fears thay are likely louder than usual as well. Jon's never been a pillar of self restraint, either.

That Amelia was able to protect herself from him - and not deal a fatal blow in the process - is a vast relief, and stays Wolfe's tongue from any recrimination for the moment. He's fiercely proud of her in that moment, and suddenly glad her first instinct is violence when she feels even remotely threatened.

Ultimately he holds his peace, forcing his expression to relax back into something more neutral, and listens for the answer to that question even if something in him doesn't think its important. It may well not have been the Eye directly and was simply that Jon is hungry.

Or it doesn't work like that and he's still looking to blame Jon for something not under his control.

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