Martin allows himself a rather smug smile as John settles in alongside him, a soft sigh and a hum sliding out as John nuzzles into his hair and strokes his belly. "S'right," he says, attempting to sound triumphant and coming out a bit sleepy. "Fell right into my trap, you did."

He takes another careful sip of his cocoa, presses a little kiss to John's hair, and leans against him to look out the window. Where moments ago he'd felt a bit playfully sheepish about the possibility of being seen by passers-by, now he can't find it in himself to care. Let them be seen, if anyone should look up in their struggle through the weather. They're fucking adorable and he's not ashamed about it.

Actually he's fairly certain if anyone does look he'll feel quite embarrassed; it's more that he doesn't want John to move or stop what he's doing. Hopefully the two won't conflict.

"Comfortable?" he asks, glancing at John's cocoa where he knows it's likely to sit until it's cold.