1. martin lived in the archives for months and never mentions any worry about showering/etc.
2. considering its business the institute could very well have some sort of decontamination shower.
3. the whole Worms thing on top of general hygiene mean martin would use that shower regularly.
4. one day martin accidentally leaves his loofah there. jon sees this and loses his gddamn mind.
5. "it is a PUBLICLY ACCESSIBLE SHOWER and your LOOFAH is not a factor in PROPER DECONTAMINATION PROCEDURE" "it was an ACCIDENT i am SORRY and if people leave the shower both contamination-free and smelling a bit like Blue Ceder And Cypress i think that would be JUST FINE"
6. it is the stupidest argument they ever have.
7. jumpcut to the safehouse. jon and martin are unpacking quietly. so very tired. so very glad to be there and together.
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something i never see anyone talk about is how lonely autism can be. not because we don’t fit in or whatever, but because our love languages are so fundamentally different from the rest of the world.
i won’t always hear it when someone tells me they love me. i won’t always understand it when someone shares a kindness with me. sometimes it hurts to be touched. sometimes i interpret genuine care as mocking or insincere because i’ve been burnt so often, and i have no way of knowing otherwise.
when i spend time in my room engaging in interests i enjoy, but i leave the door open to let my friends come in and out and interrupt as they please, that’s love. when i send someone a long ramble about something i care about, that’s love. when i let someone hug me, that’s love. when i try a food even though it’s not a safe food, because my friend made it and is very proud of it, that’s love. when i take the time to tell you when i need space and that i’ll come back when im able, that’s love.
i don’t think people hear me when i tell them i love them. i don’t know if i can hear others when they say it either. i feel very alone most of the time, like there’s a glass barrier between me and the rest of the world. i can see them mouthing, i love you, i love you, but how can i believe them? they’re nowhere near me. no warmth and no life in it.