"Yes, I'm fine. Or- no, really, I'm not fine, I just don't want to talk about it right now, okay? I'll be fine. It's stupid." He feels himself growing embarrassed when someone who passes by casts him a sidelong glance, and he swallows hard. "Thanks for the popcorn, I'm going- I'll get us seats."

And then, embarrassed, he ducks into the hallway, heading for the theater. When Jon eventually follows, he'll find it mostly empty, save for a few clusters of people who seem to be purposefully sitting as far away from each other as possible. Martin will be in the back, slumped down into his seat.