[ he's tense and silent, headache growing, as martin seems to process what he said. he doesn't throw the coffee at him or storm off or start crying or anything, though, so that's.. probably good.

when he speaks again, sunny actually jumps a little, wound up like a spring and breath stuttering out of him in surprise. but martin's.. calm, so he finds his shoulders easing again. ]

Oh, [ he breathes, and, relieved: ] Good. Okay. [ a beat. ] Well, good that.. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. I-- I'm sorry about-- I just can't turn it off. [ ever, really, though some days are considerably easier than others. ]