"I swear I'm buying you a thesaurus, it wouldn't hurt." The sarcasm was a comfortable fall back at least, and if he was the sort of person to care about what people thought he'd probably be paranoid about any looks being thrown their way as they walked. The last thing Martin needed, in his mind at least, was someone from their school seeing this and spreading that news.

Not that he's going to stop holding his hand, as nervewracking and strangely comforting as it was. He turns the last corner, his house in the distance. He slows a bit, acutely aware he did Not want to deal with his grandmother seeing anything. He makes a face. "... she's going to know. She always knows." He mutters before glancing over to Martin. "Let's just try to avoid her."