Jon exhales, it was strange that he had to worry about things like commutes and being into work on time. Not that he really worried before, he was always into work on time, though now he wondered how much of that was the compulsion to there than his own work ethic.

He glances to Martin again, rubbing at his throat to test the tenderness before speaking. "Are you alright?" Of course that was a stupid question, none of them were alright but Martin seemed so... mechanical? Strained? Through everything after they left the Institute.