"Martin." Jon murmurs, reaching up with his good hand to place it on Martin's lips. "Yes, I'm going to try and yes, frankly right now I feel like I could sleep a week given the chance." Martin's presence was already helping him relax enough more sleep seemed like a definite possibility.

"Now shh, sleep, please. Or at least rest. There are a hundred dreadful, stressful things to discuss that can damn well wait a few hours." He presses his face to Martin's collar and mumbles into it, "Lord, I sound like a layabout."