#thymaroni headcanon;
it makes a devastating kind of sense that justin turned to crime in the hope that marcus would one day show up and arrest him.
because truly, what else is there?
they don’t share a connection. the only place their worlds ever properly collided was on the job.
so what is justin supposed to do? leave voicemails? send texts begging him to come back? would marcus return for that, especially if it was justin asking?
the people at lspd can hold onto hope because they stood beside him in uniform. they were part of his daily existence. justin was... adjacent. peripheral.
the only thing justin is certain of is marcus’s devotion to the badge. the job came first. the job always mattered.
so justin makes himself a case.
if marcus won’t come back for him, maybe he’ll come back for duty. if he becomes enough of a problem, enough of a headline, enough of a chase, then marcus will have to show up.
to see him again, all justin has to do is get arrested by him.
it’s tragic in its simplicity. he commits crimes not out of greed or thrill, but as a signal flare. a desperate attempt to force fate into one more encounter. he turns himself into the villain of marcus’s story because that’s the only role he knows how to occupy in it.
and maybe justin’s denial of marcus’s death clings so hard because there was never enough shared life to make the absence feel real.
it’s the unbearable realization that their lives were never truly intertwined. marcus wasn’t woven into the fabric of his daily existence.
there aren’t enough shared memories to create the sharp, constant ache of absence. it doesn’t feel like something was ripped away because it never felt fully possessed to begin with.
so the loss hovers in a strange, suspended state. abstract. unconfirmed in the quiet spaces of his life.
it doesn’t hit him that marcus is gone because, in many ways, marcus was never fully there.
and that might be the most painful truth of all.
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Fulgur İ hope you know that we are still thinking about you.
Time passes and laughter with friends resonates in my ears. We still make plans and look into the future. And even though you’re no longer in the same bedroom with the wolf’sbane, you are in our hearts.
Gdi im,, anyway.