"Thank you," Martin echoes almost as soon as John's said it, too quiet and shy to let the full depth of his relief show. He's not so sure about the idea of a 'Children's Home' — it's not as if they're orphans — but he likes how kind and careful Mr. Keane is being, and more than anything he's glad that John's agreed to it. He meets John's glance and manages the faintest of smiles, feeling good about that. Like they're a team, exchanging looks to communicate, like adults do sometimes.

He's also relieved to get out of this coffee shop, where they stick out so much, though the outdoors isn't much better. It's still terribly cold and he hisses softly as he walks. He wants to just hurry along as fast as possible, but he has to be careful, to watch where he steps. He thinks, a bit petulantly, it would have been easier if they could just get into a car, or if Mr. Keane just brought them clothes — but he knows neither would be very sensible, and John would likely object. So he keeps close to John, matching his pace while keeping his gaze fixed on the ground. A small part of him wants to reach out and cling onto the other boy again, but he doesn't quite dare to try it. Maybe it's just as well both his hands are occupied holding up these stupid pants.