Jon blinks, quickly looking to the clock and- ah, that took longer than he thought. It usually did, to be fair, he should have finished packing before doing the statement.
Of course it was basically an addiction now, wasn't it? He frowns as he turns off the tape, glancing back when it popped immediately back on. Well then. of course. Their discussion was apparently of interest.
He turns his attention to Martin, somewhat surprised at the man offering him dinner but not overly. Even if Martin wanted him out of his house it was still so very Martin to make sure he had a good meal before going. They were apparently never going to be good at this. "No it's... Martin, is there anything I can do to change your mind? I don't have the right to ask, I know, Just-"
And then he stops, groaning. "No, no don't... you don't have to answer that." How did this fucking compulsion thing even work? He certainly had no idea.
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Of course it was basically an addiction now, wasn't it? He frowns as he turns off the tape, glancing back when it popped immediately back on. Well then. of course. Their discussion was apparently of interest.
He turns his attention to Martin, somewhat surprised at the man offering him dinner but not overly. Even if Martin wanted him out of his house it was still so very Martin to make sure he had a good meal before going. They were apparently never going to be good at this. "No it's... Martin, is there anything I can do to change your mind? I don't have the right to ask, I know, Just-"
And then he stops, groaning. "No, no don't... you don't have to answer that." How did this fucking compulsion thing even work? He certainly had no idea.