"You don't have to- humor me, you know," Martin blurts, but his fingers seize on Jon's as he does. "I mean, just because I'm- in a bad mood or what have you, it doesn't mean-- you don't have to humor me. Is all."

Even he isn't entirely sure what he means by this, but it felt like he needed to say it. Between the candy, and the hand-holding, and- everything.