Martin starts giggling helplessly as John answers him more or less the way he'd been hoping: by letting himself slip and wriggle down until he's settled more or less in Martin's lap, the whole process so ungainly and ridiculous that Martin only starts laughing harder when John pronounces himself Cozy. He curls over and presses a kiss to John's forehead, the angle a little too steep for it to be comfortable for him, but it's worth doing so once; then he reaches out and helps with the blanket, pulling it over John's legs to haphazardly tuck him in.

"Yes, exactly like that," he says, his amusement dissolving into pure fondness as he gazes down at John with a tender smile and starts absently stroking his hair. He knows John might easily fall asleep like this, but that wouldn't be so terrible. He'd quite like it, he thinks. Just taking care of him while he has a nap, the two of them waiting out the storm. So his smile deepens a bit, and he adds softly, "Perfect."