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Jon bites his tongue as he feels the nails dig into him. It's a small bit of pain, and that, he can take. At least Chris isn't trying to bite him on instinct with his very sharp inhuman teeth. There's some satisfaction in the end, though, even for the Archivist. Hearing Chris so plaintive in the aftermath makes his heart flutter a little. However inexpert, he's managed to do something that's made Chris feel good, if but for a fleeting moment.

Jon lets go quickly and holds his hand so the water rinses the cum off. His other arm continues to brace him near the siren. "You're all right. We're going to get through this and you're going to change back," he murmurs. "And Amelia's going to come back. We'll handle this. Together."

With his hand mostly clean, he wraps it around Chris' back and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, Chris. Whatever you do, whatever you are. I still love you." It seems like the least he can offer after the kindness the cleric has shown him.

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For a moment, the world and his head feel a little more at peace, the fog in both leaving him thoughtless and unfettered.

It’s not until Jon has his arms around him again the thoughts return.

He killed Amelia.

And she’ll forgive him for it.
Jon forgave him for it.

He keeps his breathing even, shuts his eyes tight, and keeps Jon close. A few tears slip through despite him, but they’re lost in the shower’s spray.

“I love you as well…without you, I’d…” the words die, not for brambles in his throat, but for too many answers to offer. All resonating similarly: he’d be long since lost. He takes another breath and focuses on the feeling of Jon in his arms to keep the rest of his thoughts, inhuman or otherwise, out.