Holding hands was new, and as strange as it was Jon ultimately decides it was a pleasant experience. The thought amuses him in a way, he never thought himself the type to enjoy that soppy nonsense. Hell, even as a kid he refused to hold his grandmother's hand, thinking it was juvenile somehow. What a delight he was.

Of course there was the question of what this handholding meant, something he was beginning to mull over seriously when the movie ends. He doesn't get up just yet, watches people head out as he turns to regard Martin with a somewhat probing look. He wants to see if Martin was doing better before anything, given that tone.

So far so good. "You're welcome, even if the bribe failed." He tries lighthearted and glances to the credits awkwardly. "Thank you, for taking me. It was- I enjoyed it, more than I thought I would."

He stays quiet a moment before glancing over again. "Do you need to be back soon? I suppose it's late but-" But he didn't want it over and he very much wanted to make sure Martin was alright? A confusing mix of concern and something weird he didn't want to dwell on. "But if you had the time I'd like to discuss it. The movie." Not just the movie.