Martin snorts at that last part, shaking his head as he reclines his head tiredly on his arms on the table. "I'd rather it be a little more dangerous, honestly, if it means I'm able to keep a better eye on you. I think the most detrimental thing to my health so far has been worrying myself sick over you, if I'm gonna be honest here."

It's you, Jon. You were the cause of that gray hair.

"Anyway." He turns his face to yawn into his wrist. "Sandwiches."