Jon laughs and realizes too late that he'd practically been holding his breath. He looks down between them, then reaches to retrieve his glasses from the nightstand.

"I think so," he answers. But eating for him is rather different these days, and the thought of doing it in front of Martin just seems... odd. Rude? He doesn't know. Surely Martin has no interest in listening to him read Statements into a tape recorder. And maybe that's not what Martin had in mind at all.

He could still drink tea. He could still eat food.