He squeezes his hand, thankful, grateful and he wishes he could pull Jon closer. Jon, his faithful friend and companion, he love— Martin knows he’ll never fully understand everything Jon is, but he’ll always be there for him.
“I love you too.” He kisses his cheek. “You’re going to see a lot more of me, I hope you know.”
"Oh, whatever shall I do?" he says, not even bothering to sound like he's lamenting. Jon squeezes Martin's hand and leans closer to give him a gentle kiss.
He wants to keep apologizing, but he's certain that, at this point, Martin will tell him to stop. Even if it feels like the right thing to do, the only thing he can do. He'll be better. He has to be.
“Lament.” He kisses him again on the cheek, then his neck, then he corner of his lips as if to prove a point. “Dramatically drape yourself across a couch wondering how to deal with such a thing.”
Sorry Jon, Martin reaches to gingerly take the mug from his hand to set it aside, then pulls him into his lap. This is much better. The tone, the emotion, the air between them shifting back a little bit to how they were.
“Sorry to inform you,” Martin says gently with a wide smile, “you are stuck with me.”
Jon doesn't fight as Martin takes his tea away, and just a moment later he finds himself in Martin's lap. He can't complain about that, either. Jon leans into Martin and smiles beneath the kisses.
"I think I'll survive," he says quietly as he brushes his fingers over Martin's cheek. He cradles his face and gives Martin a tender kiss.
“You better”. He murmurs before he’s taken in by the kiss.
Martin can’t help but smile into the kiss, breaking into my to breathe and kiss Jon again. Can he overstate how much he’s missed this man? He missed his soft kisses, the gentleness in his voice that really no one else gets to hear. The familiar weight of him in his lap (though he suspects that he hasn’t been eating much and that’s going to change immediately) was welcome, and forgive him if he doesn’t want to let him go just yet.
As Jon relaxes, he slides his arms around Martin's shoulders. He doesn't want Martin to let him go. He so rarely touches other people, Martin has become his sole source of that particular comfort and he's missed it. He's missed feeling at ease with this person he loves and cares for. Even if he's done an absolute shit job of showing that lately.
He brushes his fingers over the back of Martin's neck and touches their foreheads together.
There's another apology on the tip of his tongue and he tries to hold it back.
It doesn't stay quiet as he sighs, his mind quickly switching gears as he thinks about their next steps.
"Well," He starts, keeping his arms wrapped around Jon's waist. "What are we going to do about the Veiled Order?"
Considering Jon may have succeeded in his tasks, what did that mean for them? Martin was marked, Jon may have joined a cult, and they're still no closer to an answer.
"I don't know," he admits, sounding somewhat defeated. He brushes his thumb along Martin's cheek. "There's a group studying them that I've... joined, I suppose. I'm learning what I can from them."
Jon is aware that he's done something very stupid in trying to do something right. It is not the first time. It isn't even the first time that Martin has tried to come to his rescue.
"We may have to see what comes next and plan from there."
"Really? That'll be helpful. Learn anything useful?"
Stupid? More like reckless, but it was just semantics at any rate. It's not like neither of them has done something reckless or stupid at some point.
"I started talking to a young woman named Waverly. She's got a conspiracy board going on. Kind of reminds me a little bit of someone..." He teases lightly.
Jon sighs and leans into Martin, closing his eyes for just a moment as he listens. Waverly. He tries to remember if that name is familiar at all, but nothing strikes a chord. It's good that Martin is meeting people, though, and possibly making friends. He deserves that.
"I resent that insinuation. I don't have a board."
"Oh was it just a conspiracy notebook then?" He raises a brow, chuckling as he teases. "Or conspiracy calendar?"
It's nice to be able to tease him again without feeling like he's being mean about it, or that he's more angry than amused. It was a refreshing break from everything that is Hell.
"I'll see if she'll let me write down some of it for you. She had a few names of people who did and didn't go to the church who were marked, as well as another from the Veiled Order's first attempt at binding Lucifer to Hell."
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He squeezes his hand, thankful, grateful and he wishes he could pull Jon closer. Jon, his faithful friend and companion, he love— Martin knows he’ll never fully understand everything Jon is, but he’ll always be there for him.
“I love you too.” He kisses his cheek. “You’re going to see a lot more of me, I hope you know.”
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He wants to keep apologizing, but he's certain that, at this point, Martin will tell him to stop. Even if it feels like the right thing to do, the only thing he can do. He'll be better. He has to be.
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Sorry Jon, Martin reaches to gingerly take the mug from his hand to set it aside, then pulls him into his lap. This is much better. The tone, the emotion, the air between them shifting back a little bit to how they were.
“Sorry to inform you,” Martin says gently with a wide smile, “you are stuck with me.”
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"I think I'll survive," he says quietly as he brushes his fingers over Martin's cheek. He cradles his face and gives Martin a tender kiss.
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Martin can’t help but smile into the kiss, breaking into my to breathe and kiss Jon again. Can he overstate how much he’s missed this man? He missed his soft kisses, the gentleness in his voice that really no one else gets to hear. The familiar weight of him in his lap (though he suspects that he hasn’t been eating much and that’s going to change immediately) was welcome, and forgive him if he doesn’t want to let him go just yet.
Not yet.
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He brushes his fingers over the back of Martin's neck and touches their foreheads together.
There's another apology on the tip of his tongue and he tries to hold it back.
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It doesn't stay quiet as he sighs, his mind quickly switching gears as he thinks about their next steps.
"Well," He starts, keeping his arms wrapped around Jon's waist. "What are we going to do about the Veiled Order?"
Considering Jon may have succeeded in his tasks, what did that mean for them? Martin was marked, Jon may have joined a cult, and they're still no closer to an answer.
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Jon is aware that he's done something very stupid in trying to do something right. It is not the first time. It isn't even the first time that Martin has tried to come to his rescue.
"We may have to see what comes next and plan from there."
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Stupid? More like reckless, but it was just semantics at any rate. It's not like neither of them has done something reckless or stupid at some point.
"I started talking to a young woman named Waverly. She's got a conspiracy board going on. Kind of reminds me a little bit of someone..." He teases lightly.
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Jon sighs and leans into Martin, closing his eyes for just a moment as he listens. Waverly. He tries to remember if that name is familiar at all, but nothing strikes a chord. It's good that Martin is meeting people, though, and possibly making friends. He deserves that.
"I resent that insinuation. I don't have a board."
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It's nice to be able to tease him again without feeling like he's being mean about it, or that he's more angry than amused. It was a refreshing break from everything that is Hell.
"I'll see if she'll let me write down some of it for you. She had a few names of people who did and didn't go to the church who were marked, as well as another from the Veiled Order's first attempt at binding Lucifer to Hell."