He wants to pull him close, to drag him into his lap so he’s not twisted at a strange angle but that might be too fast, might be too bold when this is all so very, very new. Innocently sleeping next to each other was one thing, but this? It’s so strange and exciting, he doesn’t want to mess it up.

So Martin pulls back, smiling at him as he finally dares to move one hand to cup Jon’s cheek.

“We can move slow,” he’s hoping that helps alleviate some of the worries they both have.