Honestly, Martin is mostly-- out of sorts for a majority of Jon's shower. He needs to be thinking, making plans, figuring out what their next course of action is going to be, but he can't. His mind is persistently, stubbornly blank, enough so that he looks up in surprise when Jon knocks on the doorframe.

"Oh, right, sorry," he says, getting up and heading to his dresser. "I meant to- here. I've washed all the clothes you've left here, but - here, pajamas. I meant to put them out." A pause, and then- "You can just get dressed in here, you know. It's fine."