It isn't too long before Martin is leaning more heavily against him than mere comfort would suggest, his arms coming round him in a loose embrace. John really hadn't anticipated it being soothing enough to put Martin to sleep, though he supposes that's no bad thing. Winding Martin up is its own sort of fun, but the shine hasn't worn off the simpler pleasure of just making him happy, or helping him relax. Especially given how anxious and awkward things were a few minutes ago, this is an excellent change of pace.

Granted, the timing of it all could be better — it's just early enough that it feels a little absurd to suggest going to bed. But then again, it's not as if they had any other pressing business to attend to.

John leaves off stroking Martin's belly in favor of sliding his hands around to Martin's back, pulling him a bit closer. "Ready to turn in?" he asks, fond but laced with humor.