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"Of course not."

He thinks about it for a moment, following in suit as he sits up and stretches his arms with a groan. It's been years since he laid on the floor and maybe. Maybe that was a bad idea.

"Though, I was uh...thinking... maybe I could join you?" It's nervous, a quiet question, not wanting to push boundaries but a suggestion since they were already comfortable on the floor why not be comfortable in the bed?

Jon actually feels his face getting warm in the face of the question. But he manages to nod his head before he summons his voice.

"Yes. Yes, I think--I think I'd like that."

He looks at Martin, meets his gaze and holds it for a moment. Something in him softens. Yes, he does want to lay in bed with Martin. Jon gets up carefully and offers Martin his hands to steady him on his way up.

"R-really?" He takes Jon's hand as he stands up. "Good. That's-- That's great." Martin smiles, still holding his hand.

Maybe being on the run wasn't going to be so bad.

"Well, let's get some rest. I can run to a market when we get up and get something to eat. More tea, maybe."

Jon lets Martin lead the way to the little bedroom. At least the bed is a reasonable size, enough to accommodate the two of them, anyway. Maybe it doesn't hurt that Jon is rather small. He lets Martin settle first, then carefully eases into bed to rest next to him. He pauses just a moment to kick his shoes onto the floor.

"Haven't done this in ages," he admits with a small, almost apologetic smile.

At least the bed can fit them both. There was... a mild concern but it's easily dispelled as soon as Jon settles in next to him. Martin can't help but laugh as Jon kicks his shoes to the floor.

"You mean sleeping or in sleeping in a bed?" He grins, pulling him close.

Maybe some actual rest will be good for the both of them.

"Well, I had the cot in my office," he insists softly. "No, I mean... with another person."

He hasn't really dated seriously since Georgie. Or dated much at all. So the opportunity for something like this just hadn't been there. The closest he's been to cuddling anything is curling up with the Admiral while he was hiding at Georgie's place.

"A cot isn't a bed." It's teasing, not chiding as he relaxes into the mattress. "Really?"

That... actually surprises him. Sure Jon can be abrasive at times, but he was an attractive man. Maybe it was something else? Was he not interested in cuddling strangers?

Oh well now that he's thought that it's kind of obvious. Who would want to cuddle strangers? Strangers really don't want to just cuddle do they?

"Really," he answers. Jon slowly relaxes against Martin's side, resting his head on Martin's shoulder again. He sighs quietly and closes his eyes. Jon remembers to lift his head long enough to take off his glasses and set them on the nightstand.

"Not really since Georgie."

"Georgie, huh?" Wait, how long ago was that? No. Not the time. He could ask later when things settle down. If things settle down. "Well hope you get used to it because you're in cuddle central."

This is the most relaxed he's been since..... wow in a long time. He stretches, keeping his arm around Jon before he really settles into the bed.

"Let's get some sleep."

Jon means to say something else, but he ends up drifting off to sleep tucked against Martin's side. It's probably embarrassing: he goes slack against Martin, falling deep enough that he doesn't have a care for how he looks. He sleeps soundly for all of two hours before he startles awake.

"Martin?" he mumbles, not quite remembering where he is at first.

Martin doesn't remember actually sleeping. It's not quite restful, but not quite restless, and he's certain he's having a very weird dream when Jon starts to stir. He hums, yawns, and glances down to the smaller body tucked into him.

"Hey." He mumbles, a small smile crossing his lips. "Sleep okay?"

Hopefully, it wasn't weird dreams and he actually got some sleep.

"I think so," he says after a moment.

Jon frowns and shifts, trying to come out of the cloud of grogginess that had settled over him. He pushes his hand through his hair, pulling it loose from whatever he'd been using to hold it back.

"Deeper than I have in a while, I think. Almost didn't remember where I am."

"That's good." He yawns again, stretching in the bed. Martin turns, shifting a bit to face Jon before he reaches out to run his fingers through his hair. "You know, you should wear your hair down more often."

It was nice. Though he's making a mental note to himself to buy him actual hair ties instead of the rubber band he appears to be using right now. Ruber band! Those things hurt, Jon.

"It gets in the way," he says in almost a shy mumble as Martin's fingers brush along his scalp. That feels... nice. And it takes everything Jon has not to just lean into his touch like a cat. "It feels easier to just keep it back."

And rubber bands are convenient! It was what he had on hand to get his hair back. Jon hadn't considered going to find or buy something else.

Are you aware you're a cat, sir? Martin smiles, cupping his cheek. "Well yes, but... it looks nice."

Real eloquent isn't he? Martin can't stop the blush that creeps over his cheeks, how he chews on his lip as he just, sort of, stares at Jon. He's really lucky, isn't he? That Jon could like someone like...well like him.

Jon hesitates, but after a moment of just sitting there, looking at each other, he leans close to press a kiss against the corner of Martin's mouth. It seemed like the thing to do, and he doesn't know if it will reassure Martin or make things awkward, but he hopes very much it won't be the latter.

Oh. Oh his heart must betray him in this moment because he softens, much more so than he had before. It's such a tender thing, the kiss, and Martin is stunned for a second. How can one act seems so soft? So final? Like it assured him that yes this was real, this was happening, that Jon wasn't just--

Martin realizes that if he keeps staring stunned it might seem awkward and carefully, oh so carefully returns the kiss. As if he doesn't take care it's all going to disappear on him.

For some reason, Jon isn't expecting Martin to kiss him back. Maybe because it felt so unplanned in the first place, with no end game in mind other than the thought that it might be very nice to kiss Martin. And it is.

Jon leans closer even as he tips his head down to break the kiss. He could just stay quiet.

"So..."

But he doesn't.

“So...”

What’s to say? They’re safe in on this room where the world can’t hurt them. (He knows it’s not true, that every passing minute could bring this... whatever feeling this is crashing down on them.) They saves the worlds once, couldn’t it let them have a break before trying to go to Hell again?

“Are you... hungry?”

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.

"I don't know if... if Daisy has anything in the fridge." He admits, watching as Jon retrieves his glasses. "Or anything at all really. I should have thought about that before I asked if you were hungry."

Martin covers his face with a groan. Then again, Jon's diet has... well changed a little. He could let him read a statement and run to the village to see if they had tea and some sort of food they could eat.

Jon laughs, quiet and not at all at Martin, just at the pair of them stumbling through this.

"I didn't think to stop in the village," he admits. "If--if you want to go down, I'll uh. I'll read a statement or two and be done by the time you get back."

That way they could have a proper meal if Martin wants, or Jon at the very least can drink tea while Martin eats.

Martin smiles, chuckling along with him. They were quite the pair, weren't they?

"That could work. Do you.. want me to pick something up for you? Anything specific?" Tea. Coffee. Ice cream. Does Jon like ice cream? Sweets?.

Oh. Oh my. It hits him, the realization he'll be learning things about Jon. Things that he's pretty sure no one else (but maybe Georgie) will know and how thrilling and terrifying that was. Does Jon want to know him that much? What will he think when--

No. No, he shouldn't think like that. He smiles softly. "I'll at least get some tea."

"I'll trust you," he says with a small, warm smile. "But uhm, you know. Sugar and milk."

Jon doesn't know why he bothers to say anything - Martin's known how he likes his tea for--for quite a while now. He'd once thought it was the only thing Martin could get right. He feels bad for his uncharitable thoughts now. He hopes he can make up the months of sharp and dismissive comments now. Martin certainly deserved better.

"Of course. Sugar and milk."

He kisses his forehead, sliding out of the bed so that he could go find his shoes. Maybe find a good book or two while he's out as well. Might as well have some sort of entertainment, right?

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