[ he's fully prepared to be on edge the entire time this man is here, with that.. being staring at him from beneath the stranger's skin. but then he says something that sort of reminds him of something martin had said. feeding on stories, hadn't he put it..? ]

Oh, [ he says, surprised, something in his posture easing and the nervous fear ebbing to the background. ] Are you Jon? Jon.. um, Sims? I've met your-- your-- [ come to think of it, he hadn't really asked martin to put a label on his relationship with his jon. ] --your Martin. Come in, I'll get some paper and write something down for you. [ he ushers the other man further in and shuts the door behind him.

the house is pretty much spotless except the living room, which has been converted into a kind of studio. there's plastic on the floor and a canvas atop it, sketches taped to the walls and stacked everywhere, and supplies wherever he has room for them. instead of leading jon into the living room, then, sunny takes him to the kitchen. ]

He told me about your.. would you call them dietary requirements..? I-- Sorry, your watcher is.. new to me. Can I get you coffee, tea, something else..?