Even as tired as he is, Martin can't help but smile sheepishly when John returns, offering him a hand up in such a playfully formal manner. Moving slowly but steadily, he shrugs off the blanket and takes John's hand, levering himself up with a soft grunt.
"Okay," he murmurs, just standing there a moment and getting used to being upright. He hesitates, not letting go of John's hand, but not quite willing to just pull him along. He feels more clingy than usual, and it isn't until he's presented with the prospect of going to be by himself for a while that he realizes part of the 'effort' involved here is just that: being alone.
John would certainly understand that, but he still doesn't quite feel prepared to... what, ask him to join? Sit outside and talk through the door?
Maybe he's being childish thinking of it like that. He's sure he is. But he isn't sure how to address it now, in the moment, with no preparation.
So he just stands there, still holding onto John's hand, looking somewhat vacantly toward the bathroom where the water will surely need to be shut off soon. "Okay," he says again, with a little less conviction.
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"Okay," he murmurs, just standing there a moment and getting used to being upright. He hesitates, not letting go of John's hand, but not quite willing to just pull him along. He feels more clingy than usual, and it isn't until he's presented with the prospect of going to be by himself for a while that he realizes part of the 'effort' involved here is just that: being alone.
John would certainly understand that, but he still doesn't quite feel prepared to... what, ask him to join? Sit outside and talk through the door?
Maybe he's being childish thinking of it like that. He's sure he is. But he isn't sure how to address it now, in the moment, with no preparation.
So he just stands there, still holding onto John's hand, looking somewhat vacantly toward the bathroom where the water will surely need to be shut off soon. "Okay," he says again, with a little less conviction.