[ Martin shutting the curtains makes him very... tense. Like they're cutting off their ability to see danger coming. But it's just for a minute, isn't it, and he just said it would be fine. It will be fine. ]
No, it's all right. I'm fine here. [ This is. A bit of new territory, isn't it. But that's ridiculous— they've been getting dressed and undressed in the same room for days now, and they're not teenagers.
Still. It has more intent behind it, more focus, than merely sharing space. Jon doesn't quite meet Martin's eyes as he takes his glasses off and sets them gently on the arm of the couch.
He hooks his fingers into the hem of his own sweater and peels it off. It rumples his hair and bares his forearms: nothing there but a light dusting of hair and the little round divots of worm-scars. He frowns down at the collection and glances self-consciously back up to Martin. Shirt next, he supposes. ]
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No, it's all right. I'm fine here. [ This is. A bit of new territory, isn't it. But that's ridiculous— they've been getting dressed and undressed in the same room for days now, and they're not teenagers.
Still. It has more intent behind it, more focus, than merely sharing space. Jon doesn't quite meet Martin's eyes as he takes his glasses off and sets them gently on the arm of the couch.
He hooks his fingers into the hem of his own sweater and peels it off. It rumples his hair and bares his forearms: nothing there but a light dusting of hair and the little round divots of worm-scars. He frowns down at the collection and glances self-consciously back up to Martin. Shirt next, he supposes. ]