[Tim flashes a wild look up as- he really didn't catch exactly what happened to the present Martin, just the blur of grey, and Jon getting up quickly to follow. He... No, Jon has it.
He focuses on the eerily cold man more on his legs than the floor. The warmth from Tim's hands radiate through even the washed out jumper as they settle, a soft, urgent shake at his shoulder. And a little more firmly (guilt, confusion and bone deep relief war at the sight) when Martin's lashes flutter as he claws his way back to consciousness.]
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He focuses on the eerily cold man more on his legs than the floor. The warmth from Tim's hands radiate through even the washed out jumper as they settle, a soft, urgent shake at his shoulder. And a little more firmly (guilt, confusion and bone deep relief war at the sight) when Martin's lashes flutter as he claws his way back to consciousness.]
Martin. Martin. Hey, stay here with me.