This time Jon doesn't stare, if anything the fact Martin kept playfully shoving made the action seem more normal. It was just what- well, friends? Were they friends? That thought strikes him, and he can't help but blurt it out. "Martin, are we friends?"

Well. That was an awkward thing to ask. He doesn't seem to notice that as he scoffs. "If that's what it takes. I'm getting Red Vines though, I hope you can accept that as a proper bribe."