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[compellingstatement]

[Jon forces himself to still, closing his eyes as he curls his plaintive fingers into a tight fist and drops it to his side. He can still feel the Watcher's gaze, Elias' eyes upon him. He hates that he doesn't hate it more, that the sensation makes him feel... like he belongs here, like he needs to be here. It feels right.]

I hate you...

[The words are quiet but resigned. He tries for a little more bite, though it loses something when he keeps his eyes closed.]

Don't call me to you again.

[fingeronthebutton]

I will call you when it is necessary.

[Elias waves towards the door.]

You may leave now. I look forward to seeing the work that you do, Jon.

[compellingstatement]

[He turns and trudges away. It's starting to feel like any time he's in this office, something terrible happens. Is this the room where they did the ritual to remove the magic Jon had put on himself? Elias would be enough of a dramatic bastard for it.

Jon does slam the door when he leaves to try to make some kind of point. It's not much of one, but he doesn't have anything else.]