He hadn't really expected a straightforward answer like that-- even with the early explanation of his history with poetry. Martin turns away, embarrassed, blushing because really, no one's told him that his poetry sounded nice.
"I'm glad." A pause. "I read some while you were in ...the weird coma. I didn't know if it'd work but... I thought well... I thought it couldn't hurt."
But it did hurt. A lot. More than he had anticipated and not because of some romantic notion that it would bring him back but reciting them to Jon thinking he wasn't coming back... he likely never heard them.
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He hadn't really expected a straightforward answer like that-- even with the early explanation of his history with poetry. Martin turns away, embarrassed, blushing because really, no one's told him that his poetry sounded nice.
"I'm glad." A pause. "I read some while you were in ...the weird coma. I didn't know if it'd work but... I thought well... I thought it couldn't hurt."
But it did hurt. A lot. More than he had anticipated and not because of some romantic notion that it would bring him back but reciting them to Jon thinking he wasn't coming back... he likely never heard them.