[ martin swallows hard, trying to figure out how bold he wants to be. lightly, gingerly, he combs two fingers through maybe an inch of jon's hair, just because he can't ever fathom getting this opportunity again. ]
Sorry if I made you self conscious about your hair.
[ There's a sort of response, some kind of affirmative noise mixed in with something happy and comfortable and satisfied and very very sleepy. The only real tell is that he shifts into the touch, but otherwise he's simply settling in and starting to drift off.
There's a low, steady wheezing breath in and out only a few minutes later.]
[ It does take a few hours, but Jon does wake up. He's actually... relatively well-rested, even if his head hurts. And he feels- mmmm comfortable. Exceptionally comfortable.
Yes, even when he turns his head to note that Martin is there. That's- that's fine, really. It's even sort of... comforting. Mmm.
... all right, he might not be entirely awake.
He'll wake up and try to carefully sort of push himself up using the couch, but the hand is still in his hair and ooo. Hmm. That's sort of nice.]
Geeeetting up.
[Said quietly to himself to help him do just that.]
[ martin is stirred to actual consciousness by jon's voice, and he lifts his own head from where he's sort of slumped sideways into some cushions of his own.
his voice is raspy, throat dry, but this was a lot less awkward than he had expected it to be. ]
I've needed to use the toilet for an hour now.
[ drowsily, he pulls his fingers from jon's hair. ]
[ There's a faint pleased noise... and then a slightly grumpier one: the feel of the hands in his hair and then the realization that they've been removed. Regardless, he shakes off a little, licks his lips a couple of times, yawns and waves Martin off to do that while he heads over to the kitchen to start tea and find some biscuits or something.]
[ martin goes off to do just that, and luckily doesn't have too much difficulty locating the bathroom. his hands are damp when he returns, and he's taking his water cup from the table from the night before to refill at the sink with a wince. ]
It’s- honestly, I’d be worried if you just- just took it all without-
Without feeling it. Either you’d think I was insane or- well, you wouldn’t be the Martin Blackwood I know.
[ And there’s clearly- he wouldn’t like that, if Martin wasn’t Martin. Nor if Martin thought he was insane, of course, but that should be pretty evident on its own.
Meanwhile, a tea pot is pulled out and milk is retrieved and- ]
[ Jon steps back and lets him at it, holding his hands up in supplication, assuring Martin that he won't somehow adulterate his tea or something. Instead, he heads for the cupboard to see about the biscuits.]
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[ martin swallows hard, trying to figure out how bold he wants to be. lightly, gingerly, he combs two fingers through maybe an inch of jon's hair, just because he can't ever fathom getting this opportunity again. ]
Sorry if I made you self conscious about your hair.
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He doesn't stifle a yawn.]
Didn't- didn't make me self-conscious. It's- what it is. To be fair, everyone's- [ another yawn] Everyone's thought I was forty since I was eight.
[ He swallows and sort of opens and closes his mouth a few times before he actually speaks again.]
You're comfortable.
[ Definitely drowsy.]
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[ he feels like a stupid kid with a crush, his ears warm and stomach vaguely knotted. they're drunk, yeah, but this is - sweet.
jon is sweet, and he wishes everyone could see it. ]
I'm gonna watch the movie for a bit, okay?
[ except his fingers are sinking experimentally into jon's hair, now. maybe he can put him to sleep. ]
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There's a low, steady wheezing breath in and out only a few minutes later.]
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it's a better sleep than he expects. ]
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Yes, even when he turns his head to note that Martin is there. That's- that's fine, really. It's even sort of... comforting. Mmm.
... all right, he might not be entirely awake.
He'll wake up and try to carefully sort of push himself up using the couch, but the hand is still in his hair and ooo. Hmm. That's sort of nice.]
Geeeetting up.
[Said quietly to himself to help him do just that.]
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[ martin is stirred to actual consciousness by jon's voice, and he lifts his own head from where he's sort of slumped sideways into some cushions of his own.
his voice is raspy, throat dry, but this was a lot less awkward than he had expected it to be. ]
I've needed to use the toilet for an hour now.
[ drowsily, he pulls his fingers from jon's hair. ]
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Uh. Sorry about getting - emotional last night.
[ and trying to storm out again. ]
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Without feeling it. Either you’d think I was insane or- well, you wouldn’t be the Martin Blackwood I know.
[ And there’s clearly- he wouldn’t like that, if Martin wasn’t Martin. Nor if Martin thought he was insane, of course, but that should be pretty evident on its own.
Meanwhile, a tea pot is pulled out and milk is retrieved and- ]
How do you take it?
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[ he's just going to lean over and take the teapot, serving himself, because even now it feels weird to have jon offering to do that for him. ]
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