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[compellingstatement]

[Did he really just-? Jon can't handle it. He very rarely does anything apart from text, but this demands yelling.]

Creeping you the hell out isn't harming you, you coward! Tell me what you did to Martin! [That last comment may not come through very clearly as static screeches across the message, obscuring it.]

[fingeronthebutton]

[He notes that his phone is buzzing again and that it's Jon. Surprise, surprise. He picks up, he delivers the most world weary sigh in the history of sighs.]

Do be quick, Jon. I am at work and currently don't have time to manage your anxieties.

[Ah. This is about Martin.]

Oh Jon. If you two can't communicate then how will your relationship survive? Really now, you should know better than to feed into the Lonely by isolating your dear, dear Martin.

[He chuckles softly.]

Feel free to send such creatures my way. But if you do please be aware that I can make Agnes' life hell while she's here.

[compellingstatement]

[There's an intake of breath for a comment about Martin having so much more than just him, but the threat against Agnes leaves him tongue-tied. There's silence on his end of the line for several seconds, and then Jon just hangs up because he doesn't know what to say apart from calling Elias a coward again. That's already well understood.

He needs to get Agnes out of that contract somehow, but he can't even offer himself as some sort of exchange. He's a Dom. At least in name. At the moment, staring down at his phone and the message of impotent rage, he doesn't much feel like one.]