A/N - Jim won't allow Marvin to lock himself away.
"Ding dong!"
Bim glances at Jim who has one arm wrapped around a laptop. "Why are you saying 'ding dong'?"
"So Marvin knows we're here."
"Then why not say 'knock knock'?"
Jim sighs, his shoulders sagging. "I would, but I can't think of a good joke."
Before the conversation can continue, the door opens, revealing Marvin who leans against the door.
"It's okay." Marvin mumbles. "I probably wouldn't laugh anyway." His hair is a mess, his clothes crumpled, and there's a kind of tired resignation to his eyes that won't even look at his two visitors.
Jim beams at him regardless and elbows Bim in the side. The TV show host holds out the cookies that Jim insisted he make fresh and bring with them.
"Would you like a cookie?"
Marvin looks between them and goes to close the door. He's not up for visitors. In a flash, Jim steps forward, bracing himself as the door swings shut and jamming his foot between the door and the frame. He winces as it hits him with a bit of force; the assertive gesture takes the other two by surprise, though not as much as the firm look on Jim's face. No words pass between them, but after a moment, Marvin opens the door.
Bim places the cookies on the side so he can take the laptop from Jim, who walks right up to Marvin and wraps his arms around him in a hug. Marvin's eyes are wide and no doubt, to him this is incredibly awkward, but Jim just holds him and waits.
Thirty seconds tick by, Bim just watches, more than used to the odd behavior of the Jims, and Marvin finally slumps into the hold, returning the hug and burying his face against Jim's shoulder. Bim raises an eyebrow. Okay maybe not entirely used to it.
As Jim moves Marvin to sit on the bed, Bim passes over a cookie that Jim places firmly in Marvin's hand and tells him to eat. It's a well known fact that Bim makes the best sugary treats of the building. Wilford makes a good go of it, but they tend to be oversweet.
As Marvin nibbles at the cookie, Jim begins to speak. He explains that Jim is doing well, talking, moving, everything. Soon he'll be allowed out the clinic and everything will be okay just like before. Bim chimes in that Silver's doing fine as well since Jim seems more focused on his brother.
Jim points to the laptop and once Bim passes it over, he opens it up, before handing it over to Marvin. On the screen is the direct feed of the prison in the Google's lab. It shows the prison is set up and nobody is around. Inside the plastic looking walls, Anti is huddled in the corner.
As he sees his brother, Marvin freezes and stares, not realising that Jim's hand is on his shoulder in reassurance.
The Jims hacked Dark's pitiful CCTV systems months ago, Jim explains, they can see anything on the system if they want to and both Jim and other Jim agree that this feed belongs to Marvin.
"Nobody in this building really has any siblings, and none of them are twins. They don't get it. But I do." Jim shuffles a bit so he can lean a little on Marvin's shoulder as the magician just stares at the screen. Anti's just sat there. He isn't doing anything. "If that was Jim, I don't know what I'd do. I don't know how I'd cope."
"It's all my fault." Marvin mutters. His eyes are beginning to tear up and he wipes them before they have a chance to fall.
Jim nods. "And I forgive you."
Marvin turns to Jim in shock. "Y-you what?"
"I forgive you."
"B-but I-!"
"I forgive you."
Jim looks one hundred percent completely serious and Marvin is at a loss. What does Jim means he forgives him? For the pain? For the possession? For lying? For running? For-for-
Jim takes both Marvin's hands in his and holds them tightly against his own chest as he glares at Marvin. "Bad things have happened, yeah. And they hurt my brother, sure. But I. Forgive. You. Marvin."
When he's sure Marvin has got the seemingly simple message stuck in his head, Jim reaches forward and pulls the magician into a side hug as they both watch Marvin's brother on the screen.
"Besides we probably didn't help with poking him with a ouija board."
Bim's eyes go wide. "You WHAT?!"
"It wasn't on purpose! We thought we were talking to ghosts!"
Marvin chuckles as Bim and Jim get into a heated discussion, but the magician continues to watch the screen. Maybe they can make this work.