Martin keeps his head turned down, but there's something undeniably... adorable? about the way John stammers around this. Not to mention the utter absurdity of his final assertion. It's almost enough to let him forget his own overwhelming embarrassment; almost. At least he's not alone in it. There's something nice about not being alone in it.
"W-well," he says, a little uncertain, "I mean, you... you're you right now, just because I don't remember doesn't mean you... haven't..."
He trails off in the mortifying realization that he was about to imply John has earned his feelings for him, which, even if that's exactly what John was saying, still feels like far too much for him to say.
"Er—I mean—" His shoulders hunch a little tighter as he grows more and more obviously flustered. He can feel a progressively hotter flush spreading all the way to his neck. "Sorry, I—I don't know what I'm saying." Not entirely true, but it seems like a preferable exit to veer into rather than just sinking further into the hole he's dug himself.
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"W-well," he says, a little uncertain, "I mean, you... you're you right now, just because I don't remember doesn't mean you... haven't..."
He trails off in the mortifying realization that he was about to imply John has earned his feelings for him, which, even if that's exactly what John was saying, still feels like far too much for him to say.
"Er—I mean—" His shoulders hunch a little tighter as he grows more and more obviously flustered. He can feel a progressively hotter flush spreading all the way to his neck. "Sorry, I—I don't know what I'm saying." Not entirely true, but it seems like a preferable exit to veer into rather than just sinking further into the hole he's dug himself.