Martin's soft smile becomes more of a smirk as John settles in and The Bishop swoops in to claim his attention. John still seems a little uncertain about whether or not the cat is getting in the way, but this was more or less the idea. Martin wants John comfortable, and nothing's more comfortable than having a lie-down with the cat.
"Mm-hm," he says, giving them both a nod of approval, making a little show of thinking it over a bit. He almost wants to just spoon up next to John and complete the picture, but he holds off for now. He still wants to leave his options open. He may not have as broad — or as specific — an array of options as John has when their roles are reversed, but there are still several directions he might wander. A backrub is obvious enough as to be inevitable, but there's plenty of other little things John has been known to enjoy. No sense skipping right to the option that will require the cat to move, and will most likely leave John ready for a nap.
So after a moment Martin sits gingerly down alongside John, laying one hand on his arm and the other on his head, where he starts to sift his fingers through John's hair in much the same way as John is currently petting The Bishop. Nothing else for now. He looks down at John and smiles, soft and gentle again. "How's that?" he murmurs.
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"Mm-hm," he says, giving them both a nod of approval, making a little show of thinking it over a bit. He almost wants to just spoon up next to John and complete the picture, but he holds off for now. He still wants to leave his options open. He may not have as broad — or as specific — an array of options as John has when their roles are reversed, but there are still several directions he might wander. A backrub is obvious enough as to be inevitable, but there's plenty of other little things John has been known to enjoy. No sense skipping right to the option that will require the cat to move, and will most likely leave John ready for a nap.
So after a moment Martin sits gingerly down alongside John, laying one hand on his arm and the other on his head, where he starts to sift his fingers through John's hair in much the same way as John is currently petting The Bishop. Nothing else for now. He looks down at John and smiles, soft and gentle again. "How's that?" he murmurs.