[ Jon clings. Martin is solid and steady, a counterpoint to the vast detail crushing in. He is distantly aware of warmth, and he gentles into it a little. Relaxes by degrees. He might be fainting? Jon can't quite tell. But it doesn't hurt, it's just... it's so much.
He might also be crying. Hard to be sure. ]
Yes, I... I'm... I'm alright. I'm fine. [ He'll just. Stay here a minute. Clumsily getting his arms around Martin for a proper hug, as he begins to find his bearings again. Oh it feels good. ]
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He might also be crying. Hard to be sure. ]
Yes, I... I'm... I'm alright. I'm fine. [ He'll just. Stay here a minute. Clumsily getting his arms around Martin for a proper hug, as he begins to find his bearings again. Oh it feels good. ]