Martin huffs softly, moderately comforted by John's arms around him and the hand in his hair. And John's attempts at reason are a little helpful, at least. He's fairly certain they are both being a bit ridiculous, even though it's hard not to feel like this is absolutely the end of the world.

"Maybe," he ventures, and shifts a bit in John's arms. This has all been quite the proverbial cold shower, but he still hasn't come down entirely, and it's left him feeling a bit overheated and a bit awkward. "Maybe if we—we could go in separately." He's not even sure why that makes sense, except some vague idea about not looking too couple-y and proud of themselves. "And I'll just... stay in my office." He's pretty sure he can come up with plenty of reasons for that, at least.