"Feel like I slept for a week," Martin answers with a smirk; a little on the nose, perhaps, but he certainly doesn't care. He adjusts his position a bit to welcome John against him, his smile softening as he wraps his arms around John's narrow frame and hugs him close.

He's still not sure what to say. He could shift the conversation to a more serious retrospective on what they just went through. He could try to articulate any of the feelings he's had rushing through him in these short wakeful minutes. It all still feels like too much, and he's too happy and far too light to want to turn them toward anything remotely serious.

So he buries his nose in John's hair, planting a series of little kisses on the top of his head. He's not usually in a position to do so, especially with John pressed against him like this; it's a nice feeling. "You?" he says casually.