"Yes," Martin answers immediately, his blush only deepening, and he raises his eyes to meet John's as if drawn by something. "I just... didn't want you to be cold, and I wasn't really thinking."

He is distantly surprised at himself for just... answering like that, so straightforward, but it's a bit of a relief, too, to just be honest without having to force it. Even more surprising is that he apparently isn't finished: "I probably do this all the time, normally, don't I? I can't imagine why I wouldn't." He blinks rapidly, now fearing that he's starting to say too much and yet unable to stop himself: "I, I don't think I would have if I didn't feel so safe with you, though. I-"

And abruptly he runs out of steam and he just stands there wordlessly stammering. "Erm," he blurts, immediately looking away and forcing himself to pull his hand free, hating how difficult he finds it. "Sorry."