"Ah." Jon murmurs, glancing around just to make sure no one else was present. He didn't want to admit how comforting it was to be back in the archives, like coming home and yes, that was a special kind of alarming. Two years ago Tim and Sasha would be eavesdropping, enjoying hearing him get rightfully chewed out. A year ago Tim would probably be helping Martin do the chewing out.

Not anymore.

"I- I know, I had no right to put you through that. I was... I didn't know what to do with the information I had and I didn't-" He forces himself to stop because boy, emotions are starting to well in his chest and it's getting shakier. "Can we please have this conversation somewhere else? I can't- not here."