[ Jon startles at the hand on his, and looks to Martin in blank surprise. Then follows his gaze to the couple across the street, and you can see the mental math in his head: are they expected to be a couple? are there only couples here? Is this inappropriate?? How did Martin go from wanting nothing to do with him to holding his hand?
And, with a cold shock of suspicion: is this Martin even real? The things he says certainly don't add up. The behavior is inconsistent.
He's opening his mouth to form a question when he sees the sign that reads Blackwood Run, and Martin says Hunt, and his stomach seems to drop out. ]
The Hunt. [ Deer and a nearly-empty town in the woods— he should have realized— this would be an enjoyable arena for a chase, wouldn't it, and them trapped here like sitting ducks. His voice has gone breathless. ] Yes. Yes, that could be it.
[ He looks back with mounting apprehension at the glaring couple. And at the sign with the name that could be a horrible joke. Or a warning?
He drops Martin's hand, looking at him with an awful tangle of confusion and distrust. ]
no subject
And, with a cold shock of suspicion: is this Martin even real? The things he says certainly don't add up. The behavior is inconsistent.
He's opening his mouth to form a question when he sees the sign that reads Blackwood Run, and Martin says Hunt, and his stomach seems to drop out. ]
The Hunt. [ Deer and a nearly-empty town in the woods— he should have realized— this would be an enjoyable arena for a chase, wouldn't it, and them trapped here like sitting ducks. His voice has gone breathless. ] Yes. Yes, that could be it.
[ He looks back with mounting apprehension at the glaring couple. And at the sign with the name that could be a horrible joke. Or a warning?
He drops Martin's hand, looking at him with an awful tangle of confusion and distrust. ]