Jonathan Sims

Martin huffs softly and shakes his head before looking up at John, trying to steel himself for a question that seems like it should not feel as difficult or untoward as it nonetheless does.

"C-could you come with me?" he says. "And... keep me company, I mean." He looks away before he's even finished speaking, his face now flushed beyond any feverish reasons. "I mean, just—whatever feels okay, I guess," he says, a bit nonsensically.