[ There are certainly feelings here, and they are an awful, complicated, tangled mess. There's... a sweet, rising thrill of hope, if he can just extricate it from the muddle of shock and confusion. He's getting there. ]
But— [ Getting to be with you. If Martin has taken to holding his hand, and getting undressed in the same room, and... well. He tries to think about how that would be. On the run together, without Peter, or Elias— Jonah Magnus, really?— or anything else between them. Just... him and Martin. And Martin smiling like that, warm and real and within reach, for the first time in months.
He has missed Martin. He has missed Martin so much.
Jon inspects his own hands, at a loss for what else to do. He is acutely aware that he needs to say something, anything, worthy of this news, but he doesn't have the faintest idea how to start. But he— he can't have Martin go away again, behind that closed-off expression. Absolutely not. ]
Martin, I... I don't know why I can't remember that. I wish I could. [ He looks up, with the tentative start of a smile. ] It sounds... well, completely mad, but... also lovely.
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But— [ Getting to be with you. If Martin has taken to holding his hand, and getting undressed in the same room, and... well. He tries to think about how that would be. On the run together, without Peter, or Elias— Jonah Magnus, really?— or anything else between them. Just... him and Martin. And Martin smiling like that, warm and real and within reach, for the first time in months.
He has missed Martin. He has missed Martin so much.
Jon inspects his own hands, at a loss for what else to do. He is acutely aware that he needs to say something, anything, worthy of this news, but he doesn't have the faintest idea how to start. But he— he can't have Martin go away again, behind that closed-off expression. Absolutely not. ]
Martin, I... I don't know why I can't remember that. I wish I could. [ He looks up, with the tentative start of a smile. ] It sounds... well, completely mad, but... also lovely.