"You should...come over more often." He's blushing, totally blushing because yeah, Jon is in his lap, here in his house, and it's just. Just so nice.

Martin feels silly, just holding him there. Jon is surprisingly light, and he's not thinking about lifting him up. Nope. Not at all.

Maybe later.

"It's been a while since I cooked last. Maybe I'll bring you lunch."