Martin nods, inhaling through his nose as he drops his hands and looks at Jon again. Well, the promise to see the doctor if things got worse was- something. Not much, but something. "Yeah. It's something. That's good."

Not the news about Agnes, or the Lightless Flame, but Jon's concession. Martin finishes off his soup, before he stands and moves to lock the doors, to pull the curtains. There's a restlessness to him now, like he can't decide what he's supposed to be doing with himself.

"I'll- right, I should probably get the sheets in the wash. I'll do that now."