[He sounds more quiet about it than anything. He wandered there for... so long. If he hadn't been marked by it already, that surely would have done it.
As brittle as it sounds, Jon is still enamored by Martin's laugh. Like it's the best sound in the world. He sits on the bench, gently tugging him down to sit with him.]
I'm... [God.] Where... should we start? [Jon's being especially careful of his questions. Even if he can just. Do it, he doesn't want to do it. Not to Martin.]
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[He sounds more quiet about it than anything. He wandered there for... so long. If he hadn't been marked by it already, that surely would have done it.
As brittle as it sounds, Jon is still enamored by Martin's laugh. Like it's the best sound in the world. He sits on the bench, gently tugging him down to sit with him.]
I'm... [God.] Where... should we start? [Jon's being especially careful of his questions. Even if he can just. Do it, he doesn't want to do it. Not to Martin.]