"Tim has terrible tastes anyway." Jon dismisses, bitching about Tim lives throughout the ages. He's almost surprised at the stipulation about not going to Martin's place, though it does answer the question of what was probably stressing him out.

"I don't think I even know where you live. It's fine, we can go to mine if you'd like." He offers, getting up now that the rest of the crowd had left and the cleaners were waiting. "Or just walk. I got lost around here once when I was seven." He sounds weirdly fond about that memory.