[as frustrating as the conversation has been up until this point and as angry as Jon has made him at times, Martin does as promised and sits with quiet patience as he listens to Jon try to be understood for the nth time.
color doesn't come back to his fingers, but if pressed, Martin would have said that he didn't realize the edges of his hands had been becoming blurry until they became a bit more solid again after Jon's latest attempt at clarity.
he takes one deep, slow breathe to gather himself before trying a response of his own.]
No, I'm... W-we took the long way around, but we're getting somewhere, and I think. I'm glad. That you're. Y-you're trying and you've said something.
[fond. of you.
at last, there's the beginning of a happy pink in Martin's cheeks, and he's even smiling slightly.]
Dunno what this means. Going forward.
[he chews on his lip, looking guiltily at Jon.]
I'm sorry for yelling. I know you were trying r-really hard.
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Date: 2020-08-12 09:07 am (UTC)color doesn't come back to his fingers, but if pressed, Martin would have said that he didn't realize the edges of his hands had been becoming blurry until they became a bit more solid again after Jon's latest attempt at clarity.
he takes one deep, slow breathe to gather himself before trying a response of his own.]
No, I'm... W-we took the long way around, but we're getting somewhere, and I think. I'm glad. That you're. Y-you're trying and you've said something.
[fond. of you.
at last, there's the beginning of a happy pink in Martin's cheeks, and he's even smiling slightly.]
Dunno what this means. Going forward.
[he chews on his lip, looking guiltily at Jon.]
I'm sorry for yelling. I know you were trying r-really hard.