[Martin puts his arms around Jon and holds him close - the only chilly part of him being his left hand - and softly pulls the both of them back to recline properly and comfortably against the back of the sofa. he leans his head on Jon's shoulder just a bit, eyes closed and smiling gently.]
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W-well. It'd better have been. Otherwise I made an arse of myself for nothing.
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That isn't what I meant-
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I know, I know... Sorry.
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I'm sorry.
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[Martin takes Jon's hand and scooches close, his warm things still held gently in his lap.]
I'm stupid like that.
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I am too, Martin.
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True.
[Martin lets go of Jon's hand, only to wrap his arm around Jon and pull him closer, taking Jon's hand with his other. he stage whispers in Jon's ear:]
And I love it.
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I-i'm glad.
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Thank you. For these.
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Of course, Martin.
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...I love you, you know.
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He lowers his voice breathing out:] I love you too.
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I'm so lucky.
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