Martin's shoulders tense as John gets up and follows him, as John tries to stammer out his inevitable protests. Christ, why can't he just let this one go? He tries to stay firm, to pull his coat on, but he's only halfway into it when John's entire tone changes.

Immediately Martin freezes, and he doesn't let John finish before snapping, "What?" The coat drops to the floor as he turns around, finally meeting John's eyes. "You're so what, John?"

The awful thing is he already knows. He knows exactly what's happened, and for a gut-lurching moment he just wants to hear John say it, but at the sight of his stricken expression he can't maintain even that angry distance and he grits out, "I just told you not to do that."