[The answer is immediate, the Archivist's eyes keen for just a moment, lit up with hunger. Fear? Yes. Yes, he wants that.
And... love. God knows he doesn't deserve it anymore, but he craves it. Affection. Simple human touch that's so hard to let himself have, certainly something he'll almost never let himself ask for. Even with Martin and Peter and the Lonely being a universe away, he'd still felt it, stuck into his bones and digging in like picks. With Martin here... Jon tries not to let it get to him, tries to ignore how much more he wants to isolate himself now, like it had been when he'd first arrived here. It's back now. It's harder to reach out. Harder except in desperate moments like these, to hold out a hand to someone and hope that it might be grasped.]
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[The answer is immediate, the Archivist's eyes keen for just a moment, lit up with hunger. Fear? Yes. Yes, he wants that.
And... love. God knows he doesn't deserve it anymore, but he craves it. Affection. Simple human touch that's so hard to let himself have, certainly something he'll almost never let himself ask for. Even with Martin and Peter and the Lonely being a universe away, he'd still felt it, stuck into his bones and digging in like picks. With Martin here... Jon tries not to let it get to him, tries to ignore how much more he wants to isolate himself now, like it had been when he'd first arrived here. It's back now. It's harder to reach out. Harder except in desperate moments like these, to hold out a hand to someone and hope that it might be grasped.]