Martin is aware of a great deal more movement and shuffling than he'd anticipated, but he just smiles to himself and keeps to his task, wanting to allow John to set up whatever it is he's setting up. Soon enough he's carrying two mugs carefully out to the front, where he finds John has brought not just the blanket but he entire cot. Martin almost laughs but stifles his amused delight to avoid spilling their drinks.

"I daresay it will," he says a bit primly, and leans down to offer John his cup before settling in beside him. The cot creaks a little beneath them both, but it's comfortable enough, especially tucked under the blanket and nestled alongside John. Martin gazes out at the snow for a bit, letting out a soft, approving hum, then lets his head come to rest on John's shoulder.

"Such decadence," he remarks after a moment, halfway to laughing at himself for it.