Jon pulls his hands away only slightly, a little lost between the blank expression and then the tears. He struggles with what to do until Martin tries to speak, and only then does he let his hands fall so he could wait, listen. He wants to reach out again but he feels Martin needs the time, and when Martin finally did form coherent words he has to swallow at a lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Martin, I-" He tries, voice soft and unsure because for once he was completely unguarded. It was terrifying. He reaches up with his good hand, brushing at whatever stray tears may still be there on Martin's cheek or the old trails of one. He swallows again. "I love you too. I'm sorry, I- I never wanted to hurt you."