[Martin steps away and back, giving Jon the room to breathe and do as he needs to, to...god. yeah. he pivots, diminishing himself by pressing his back against the edge of the counter. breathing room given, but hand still well within view and reach whenever Jon's ready and willing to take it.
"I'll just finish this tea first." it's stupid to eye the mug and hate it as it counts down, sip by sip.
Martin hates himself even as the very, very bad attempt at cheer leaves his mouth:]
On the bright side, this time next week we'll have a very nice dog to keep us all company?
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"I'll just finish this tea first." it's stupid to eye the mug and hate it as it counts down, sip by sip.
Martin hates himself even as the very, very bad attempt at cheer leaves his mouth:]
On the bright side, this time next week we'll have a very nice dog to keep us all company?