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WHO: Alex Reagan and Jon Sims
WHAT: Telling Jon Martin left.
WHERE: Jon's cabin.
WHEN: Post rescue.
WARNINGS: None, will add if needed.
Alex Reagan didn’t know Martin very well at all. They’d only met briefly when they’d been paired and for all of the things that she’d got from him and their being connected at that point the most important thing that Alex had learned was that Martin loves Jon very very much. It’s the same sort of feeling that Alex imagined that Strand had when it came to Coralee and she wishes that she’d had the same sort of good (or maybe it was ‘good’ considering everything else that had happened. She still doesn’t know. Honestly, Alex hopes that it was in the long run.) for Jon that she did for Strand. She doesn’t and that hurts.
She knows it’s going to hurt him.
But in the end, Alex is the one who needs to tell him, it’s only right and Alex doesn’t want to put it off in order for him to discover it from some less personal sources. So, she makes a pot of tea (a reflex that doesn’t have anything to do with Jon or Martin or the two of them being British; instead it’s what she would have done for Strand or someone else if they were hurting) and she grabs a couple of cookies before she heads to his cabin and knocks gently on the door.
“Jon?” Her voice is soft and compassionate, the Canadian vowels spilling over the gates that Alex normally tried to attempt to keep them locked behind. Hiding her accent rarely works for her, especially when she’s worried about something and this isn’t an exception. “It’s Alex. Alex Reagan? Can I come in? I need to talk to you about something important. And I brought tea.” Because sometimes food helps even when other things tend to not.
WHAT: Telling Jon Martin left.
WHERE: Jon's cabin.
WHEN: Post rescue.
WARNINGS: None, will add if needed.
Alex Reagan didn’t know Martin very well at all. They’d only met briefly when they’d been paired and for all of the things that she’d got from him and their being connected at that point the most important thing that Alex had learned was that Martin loves Jon very very much. It’s the same sort of feeling that Alex imagined that Strand had when it came to Coralee and she wishes that she’d had the same sort of good (or maybe it was ‘good’ considering everything else that had happened. She still doesn’t know. Honestly, Alex hopes that it was in the long run.) for Jon that she did for Strand. She doesn’t and that hurts.
She knows it’s going to hurt him.
But in the end, Alex is the one who needs to tell him, it’s only right and Alex doesn’t want to put it off in order for him to discover it from some less personal sources. So, she makes a pot of tea (a reflex that doesn’t have anything to do with Jon or Martin or the two of them being British; instead it’s what she would have done for Strand or someone else if they were hurting) and she grabs a couple of cookies before she heads to his cabin and knocks gently on the door.
“Jon?” Her voice is soft and compassionate, the Canadian vowels spilling over the gates that Alex normally tried to attempt to keep them locked behind. Hiding her accent rarely works for her, especially when she’s worried about something and this isn’t an exception. “It’s Alex. Alex Reagan? Can I come in? I need to talk to you about something important. And I brought tea.” Because sometimes food helps even when other things tend to not.