"Yeah, I do, I just thought-" Martin trails off, tongue-tied, because he isn't sure what he thought. Something, for sure, but nothing he can pin down right now. At the moment? He's just - grateful. For the movie, for the chocolate, for Jon in general, and he takes a careful breath as he tears the bag open and eats a few pieces of the candy. "Talk later," he murmurs when the film cuts him off by having the audacity to begin, and he sinks down in his seat again. He's watching, but it's clear that he's not really paying much attention, at least for the first half.