Jon watches him go, glad at least for the smell of smoke gone. He pushes his glasses up his forehead and rubs his face, shifting from the position only when he heard Martin return.

"No, it's... I understand." He answers softly. It was certainly better than when he up and ran for five days after his encounter with Perry. He takes a shaky breath and stands. "I'll... get you water. Painkillers. Yes, that should ah- should help. Here, take my phone and call your mother, she um... if she saw the news I'm sure she's concerned." He pulls his phone out of his pocket before quickly retreating to the kitchen.