"What else did he say?" Martin might be exhausted, but he isn't completely oblivious to the way that Jon's expression darkens- and despite himself, he's leaning forward slightly, frowning. Protective, in his own way, ready to be Upset if Elias were saying anything to bother Jon significaly. He glances at the phone, as if wanting to take it, but he knows better. It's not like the call was a text message he could just read, after all.