"I—sure," Martin says haltingly, excusing himself from the cat's attention as he gets to his feet. "That'd be nice."

More tea is certainly in order, despite the hour, and much as he's not used to John making it for him. Almost as if anticipating that, the first step of the tour is John showing him around the kitchen, ensuring he'll be able to make it for himself as needed. Just that is enough to put Martin a bit more at ease. That is odd in itself; it's confusing, feeling so comfortable with John, feeling like... like John knows him, cares about him, all these things he never imagined were possible and never dared to expect. It's confusing, and terrifying, and it feels like something he shouldn't be allowed to enjoy.

But John's right, of course. It'll be an odd week, but... they'll survive. They have certainly survived much worse, it would seem.