"Well, I suppose you have a point. There's no use looking for logic where there is none." Jon answers after a beat, perfectly willing to accept the dudes were just asses and Martin was a random choice. Still, he was glad that he informed Martin of all this before it got back to him. He imagined it'd be a nasty shock otherwise.

He faintly wondered what Tim would do if he found out. They weren't even remotely friends but he knew Tim well enough to know he'd be livid. It'd probably be quite the show.

He's considering this, lips almost quirking, when Martin speaks again and glances over with surprise. "Me? I understand my grandmother, she's practically adopted you." He considers a moment. "I suppose I should thank you for making her happy. She's been far less dour since she's had you to badger."