[Despite all of the unnatural, strange things he's seen, it's hard to imagine something like this being real. It's perfectly plausible; falling asleep in a normal bed, with someone pulled close, a quiet morning in the countryside with the light filtering in through a half-closed window. But that, the exact mundane of it all, is why it felt so impossible. It had been years since something was just normal, since he wasn't sleeping in the safe room of an Archive with a corkscrew on his side table, since he was stumbling through the hallways of a creature with fingers too long, since he was running from something terrifying and into something worse. Does he really get to just live, after it all? Do either of them?

He pushes those questions aside, swept easily into something to deal with later as Jon speaks, and he can't help but smile and shake with a moment of laughter.]

I... hey. I'm, I didn't expect to see you. When I woke up, I mean, mostly because I... don't really remember falling asleep.

[Martin yawns, but makes sure he moves only enough to let Jon get comfortable again if he wants. No part of him wants to get up right now, not when this scene seems so close to popping like a bubble on his fingers. But he can't help but smile, leave his hand close to Jon's jawline, like he's holding something precious.

Well, because he is, to be frank.]

Are you okay? Uhm, feeling a little better?