[ 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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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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