Martin smiles softly, accepting John's murmured convictions with a little hum and a fresh bloom of warmth in his chest. He takes his time with the massage before replying, drawing patiently to a natural conclusion as he works his way down to the small of John's back, then back up to his shoulders as if checking his work. He lets up gently, gradually, until he finally comes to a halt, breathing out in quiet satisfaction.

"True enough," he says finally. "I can't think of anything more important, really."

He bends down and, at last, indulges himself with a soft kiss pressed to John's hair. He stays there a moment, breathing him in, before lowering himself down to lie alongside the long angle of his body. "Come here," he whispers, his fingers settling tenderly on John's cheek as he moves in to kiss him properly.