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[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan. On his bed, awake. Staring at the ceiling. Bored.

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[stilljustandrew]

*There's a knock at his door.*

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew looks up, and meets Jonathan's eyes.*

*He looks miserable. And terrified.*

I don't know what to do.

[jonathanparagon]

"You should go home, of course." Emotionless, though his eyes aren't. Jonathan knows that's what Andrew should do. Fight the good fight, and all.

[stilljustandrew]

-- I know, but --

I can't just leave.

[jonathanparagon]

"Not - not right now, maybe. But soon."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew bites his lip, looking at Jonathan's face.*

I don't want to go.

[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan looks away.

"I know."

[stilljustandrew]

And it, it's not --

We were all here, and then Warren got alive again, and now --

*Andrew swallows hard.*

If any one of us deserved another chance it was you.

It's not fair.

[jonathanparagon]

"It's not about fair, Andrew. It is how it is."

[stilljustandrew]

...Maybe it doesn't have to be.

[jonathanparagon]

"...What?"

[stilljustandrew]

-- see, because Warren was dead too, and now -- and Tim was dead, only okay that was different, but you're a magician too, that's got to count for something --

[jonathanparagon]

"Warren got his original body back", Jonathan points out, but there's hope growing in his eyes.

[stilljustandrew]

Right. We'll need ...

*Andrew fumbles in his pockets for the ubiquitous notebook and a pen.*

[jonathanparagon]

"I've actually never tried anything like this", Jonathan admits.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew pauses, then grins up at him -- the old Let's Try Something Crazy grin.*

Me neither.