Martin fidgets again in his seat, wondering briefly what he's doing. He should have postponed, he should have done- little anything else, anything that wasn't dragging Jon with his mopey, upset self into the theater. The fact that Jon was having a good time made it worse, in a way.

He makes an unhappy little noise without meaning to, before he gives up and grabs at Jon's hand with his own, because fuck it. He's still looking straight ahead. His voice is a little tight when he says: "It's alright if you hate it. I'm - it's not gonna hurt my feeling." He's not just talking about the movie.