Martin K(nife) Blackwood

[ God. He knows that look. FEELS that look. Feels every part of that really. He knows there’s no arguing really, and that he’ll only make Bruno feel worse.

But he aches so badly, seeing both himself and Jon here. He just eats arepas silently for a moment. ]

I … I understand. Before my life went to hell, I’d have done the same. Was doing the same.