Jon was attempting to squash down his embarrassment when Martin grabs his wrist. It makes him glance over, almost expecting it to be some sort of comforting gesture but Martin wasn't moving and Martin wasn't looking at him. He stares for a beat, lost on what exactly Martin was doing, before settling again and easing up, not moving from Martin's grip.
Maybe Martin was just upset enough to want some kind of comfort himself, he decided, and struggles a moment with the idea of sliding his arm down so their hands would be linked instead. That would be- well that clearly would be too much, wouldn't it? That was the sort of thing couples at movies did, and that thought sends him into quite the confused storm of emotions.
Being a teenager is hard.
Ultimately he relaxes, shifting slightly closer to Martin whether he noticed it or not. It was a little harder to concentrate on the movie but it was... nice. Somehow. That was another thing to dissect soon.
no subject
Maybe Martin was just upset enough to want some kind of comfort himself, he decided, and struggles a moment with the idea of sliding his arm down so their hands would be linked instead. That would be- well that clearly would be too much, wouldn't it? That was the sort of thing couples at movies did, and that thought sends him into quite the confused storm of emotions.
Being a teenager is hard.
Ultimately he relaxes, shifting slightly closer to Martin whether he noticed it or not. It was a little harder to concentrate on the movie but it was... nice. Somehow. That was another thing to dissect soon.