[Jon's torn between making sure Tim isn't crushed, that future-Martin isn't just - dead or something, and that current-Martin doesn't have a full panic attack.

But he knows that look. He's up on his feet, carefully guiding him along, down the hall to the bathroom.]

This way - Come on... [His voice is that uncharacteristically soft, quiet. He'll give him privacy and close the door to the bathroom but he's still standing halfway in the hallway so he can see when Martin's done, and still see Tim and future-Martin.

He looks so tired. All that exhaustion from just after the Prentiss attack is rushing back to him now.]

I'm not sure this is how I really would have wanted any of you to see my flat for the first time.