[If he were somehow more composed, Martin would be more inclined to think it all fake. Jon is-- well, he's Jon, and sometimes that means strange pauses and thinking too much and rumpled clothes. But neither of them have gotten to be so gentle lately, or even ever, and he's trying to hold on to that.
... Which, well, would be easier if he wasn't becoming aware of the way the buttons in his shirt have pressed into his limbs and how he really wish he hadn't slept nearly face down in his belt, of all things. Hell, he's pretty sure he still has a shoe on, and maybe just one. Martin wiggles just a moment, trying to relieve some of the pressure.]
Aside from knowing why people don't sleep in trousers, fine.
[Okay, he's doing much too much gazing at this point, and familiar shame comes back as he averts his eyes, at least pretending to look over the room.]
I guess we really were tired. I mean, it was an awful lot of sitting, but it can really be exhausting, can't it?
[Not touching on that they're outrunning a bunch of cosmic horrors and that he was pulled from a space that likely could have imprisoned him for the rest of time pretty goddamn recently, which was done through apparent sheer force of will, but you know. Details. Little ones.]
I'm glad you got to sleep though. We've uh, done a lot in the last couple of days. Not that-- I mean, you still sleep, of course, I was just hoping it still feels... refreshing?
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... Which, well, would be easier if he wasn't becoming aware of the way the buttons in his shirt have pressed into his limbs and how he really wish he hadn't slept nearly face down in his belt, of all things. Hell, he's pretty sure he still has a shoe on, and maybe just one. Martin wiggles just a moment, trying to relieve some of the pressure.]
Aside from knowing why people don't sleep in trousers, fine.
[Okay, he's doing much too much gazing at this point, and familiar shame comes back as he averts his eyes, at least pretending to look over the room.]
I guess we really were tired. I mean, it was an awful lot of sitting, but it can really be exhausting, can't it?
[Not touching on that they're outrunning a bunch of cosmic horrors and that he was pulled from a space that likely could have imprisoned him for the rest of time pretty goddamn recently, which was done through apparent sheer force of will, but you know. Details. Little ones.]
I'm glad you got to sleep though. We've uh, done a lot in the last couple of days. Not that-- I mean, you still sleep, of course, I was just hoping it still feels... refreshing?