Jon starts as the door opens, extremely close to it and tugging on his coat like he was about to go out because... well he was. He was about two seconds from rushing out the door, shoes and coat thrown on and eyes wild. He's shaking, staring at Martin for a beat like he's not sure what he's seeing before rushing forward and embracing him.

"Lord, Martin I-" His voice is thick and his grip is tight. He had just been scrolling the news on his laptop, waiting for Martin to return and considering what to get for dinner when a ping of a new story caught his eye. Usually he just skimmed those, cataloguing the information and moving on with whatever article he was reading but this one-

"The news- they said your apartment caught fire, that dozens of people were dead." He pulls back, shaking hands cupping Martin's face. "You're alive, you- you're alive." It sounds like he's more reassuring himself of that.