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Martin comes back into awareness gradually, first noting the warm weight on top of him. He opens his eyes and sees hair. A lot of hair.
He shakes his head a bit, pushing the hair away, revealing half-shut dark eyes. "Sorry," Jon mutters. "Should have asked."
"You know you're always welcome to touch me." Affection swells inside Martin. "D'you want to go lie in bed? We'll have more room there."
"Comfy," Jon complains, but he acquiesces, grabbing the purple fleece blanket. He is half-draped on Martin all the way to the bed. Once in it, Jon sets about arranging a nest of beddings, finally installing himself in it. He opens his arms and makes impatient grabby hands at Martin, who can't hold back a laugh.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
He settles himself with care, making certain Jon can have his own space.
Jon doesn't like this. His expression might have been called a pout on a lesser man. "No, here," he says, patting his nest. "Come close."
It's everything Martin wants, and he hesitates.
Jon catches onto that, sobering. "You don't have to."
"I want to," Martin says, voice thickening. "But if you'll need to stop I'll probably start crying."
A moment of silence passes, and Jon says, "You already are."
"Oh." Martin swipes at the wetness on his face. "Sorry."
For once, Jon doesn't tell him not to apologize. He simply opens his arms, which have gone lax. "You may as well come here, then, if you're crying anyway. I promise, if I need to stop, I'll say so."
Martin can't fault his logic. He buries his face in Jon's shoulder, mumbles tiny I love yous under his breath. Jon's fingers scratch his scalp gently, then not so gently, and Martin allows himself to become lost in the sensation.
"Why are emotions so much?" Jon mutters. "Our brains should come with dials."
There might be actual mental exercises to work on that, but now's not the time to discuss it. Martin asks permission and rubs his cheek against Jon's chest, letting out happy little hums.
For once, Jon falls asleep first. Martin follows not too far behind, half marvelling at being able to fall asleep; at the certainty that he can spare these moments in Jon's arms to unconsciousness, because he will have more, Jon will give him more, in ways Martin doesn't even expect.