Jon knows that Elias has used his knowledge about the others to hurt them. Melanie's run-in with him had been particularly cruel, and the thought of it makes his teeth grind. He doesn't want him to be able to hurt Tim in the same way, even if he's positive it would only make Tim angrier. "Let's not give him a reason to use it against you," he says after a moment.
Jon thinks back to the Prentiss attack and the mindless need that had driven him to grab the recorder. He now recognises that his actions were driven by something outside of himself, although he didn't realise it at the time. "No," he says slowly. "I don't think they do."
"He hadn't known about Leitner down there, either," Jon says after a moment. "Otherwise, he would've removed him as a threat sooner." He looks back at Tim. "We should test it to be sure."
Despite the amount that Timothy Stoker had put away before Jon had gotten there, and the drinks they’ve had together, Tim feels very sober, and he latches onto the idea of going to check. Checking now seems imperative if only because he doesn’t want Elias to end up figuring out that the two of them were on the same side before they’ve actually some sort of workable plan; the bastard already knows far too many things that he’s not supposed to know.
Pulling a wad of notes out of his pocket, Tim doesn’t bother to count it out before he pulls out his phone. Despite it being late, he sends out another text message. The response isn’t instant, but it is quick and it does cause Tim to grin. “According to Rosie,” because clearly Tim checks in with her fairly often about this. “Elias is at a fundraising event in Glasgow. He’s not going to be back until Sunday.”
Does Tim know he doesn’t need to actually be at the Institute to use his bullshit bastard abilities? Of course he does. But it’s a lot harder to stop them from where he is if Elias knew what Tim and Jon were actually up too. Pulling on his coat, Tim asks. “Got a better time to try and see, boss?”
Jon watches as Tim pulls out his money and his phone. He has an inkling of where his mind is going, and so he hastily takes a long pull from his drink before following Tim's lead and getting to his feet. He hadn't even bothered taking off his coat when he'd sat down.
There's a small rush of hope at the fact that Tim wants to be within five feet of him without tearing his head off. He tries to tamp it down, knowing that even if they're on the same side, it doesn't mean he's forgiven for the part he's played in all of this. Still, he gives Tim a rare smile and shakes his head. "No. Let's go."
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Jon thinks back to the Prentiss attack and the mindless need that had driven him to grab the recorder. He now recognises that his actions were driven by something outside of himself, although he didn't realise it at the time. "No," he says slowly. "I don't think they do."
"He hadn't known about Leitner down there, either," Jon says after a moment. "Otherwise, he would've removed him as a threat sooner." He looks back at Tim. "We should test it to be sure."
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Pulling a wad of notes out of his pocket, Tim doesn’t bother to count it out before he pulls out his phone. Despite it being late, he sends out another text message. The response isn’t instant, but it is quick and it does cause Tim to grin. “According to Rosie,” because clearly Tim checks in with her fairly often about this. “Elias is at a fundraising event in Glasgow. He’s not going to be back until Sunday.”
Does Tim know he doesn’t need to actually be at the Institute to use his bullshit bastard abilities? Of course he does. But it’s a lot harder to stop them from where he is if Elias knew what Tim and Jon were actually up too. Pulling on his coat, Tim asks. “Got a better time to try and see, boss?”
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There's a small rush of hope at the fact that Tim wants to be within five feet of him without tearing his head off. He tries to tamp it down, knowing that even if they're on the same side, it doesn't mean he's forgiven for the part he's played in all of this. Still, he gives Tim a rare smile and shakes his head. "No. Let's go."