"Oh, what fun," she says dryly.

Snort. "Yeah, something like that. So, you up for helping supervise to make sure nobody hits their head too hard?"

"Yeah, sure."

Daisy looks... bad. Not as scarred as Jon by any means, but the bags under her eyes are prominent and she's more emaciated than he is. (Jon is skinny, possibly worryingly so, but Daisy looks like you could count her bones.)

"So, Basira's getting you to help babysit me?"

"Apparently so."

"Well, I don't do much so it'll probably be fairly boring for you. 'Cept for when it's exciting for everyone, I suppose." She sighs and leans her head back against the wall before standing up. "You okay having me as your supervision around Jon or should we pick up Melanie too? Figure it'll be easier with all the fall risks in one room."

"I'm reasonably okay with just you and Jon given that Jon has like three different reasons not to try to eat me and one of them is death."

"Fair enough."

Jon's reading a statement; the tape recorders aren't on. When he finishes, he rests his head in his hands for a while.

"Not an important one? --The tape recorders aren't on."

"Yeah, something like that. What do you want."

"Basira's visiting Elias today so she put April on babysitting duty."

"And you figured that if she's already watching you she might as well watch me too?"

"Pretty much."

Jon's eyes dart to April, then away, then back to her, then back away. "Did Melanie say this was okay?"

"No. April did."

"...Right.

I talked to Martin last night."

"...And?"

To April, now: "He said-- he said he'd do his best. To get you money without Peter noticing."

April feels like she is missing an incredible amount of subtext and for lack of a better idea she is just going to ignore it all and deal with the straightforward parts of this interaction.

"That sounds promising. Thanks. And thanks to Martin too I guess but it sounds like I'm never gonna meet him, so."

Head in hands again. "You would have liked him, I think." Jon isn't quite crying but it's close.

Aww fuck, there's feelings. Some sympathetic impulse wants to offer him a hug but she feels like they are nowhere near that close and it would just be weird. On the other hand watching him cry would also be kind of weird. There may be no non-weird way out of this.

"...sorry."

Jon takes some deeeep breaths before sitting back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling.

"It's not your fault."

"Well, yeah. I guess what I mean by 'sorry' is 'your life seems to suck and I wish it didn't'."

"Ah. Well." Wow these ceiling tiles are so interesting.