Jon gives up on the tea, carefully placing it at the bedside stand so he can finally grasp at one of Martin's hands. If things were more normal he'd make some snide comment about luck and coincidence. Things are far from normal, so he refrains.

"I will." He promises, and does sound sincere about it. "But you have to accept there may be some things you can't help me with. That and I- Martin, I'm selfish. I can't lose you. If Daisy can't lose Basira I can't lose you. Do you understand?"