John opens his eyes and recovers his chopsticks, his chin now almost at a level with his plate. It makes it easier to shovel another sushi roll into his mouth, which is good, because his dexterity is starting to falter. He occupies himself with chewing while Martin mulls over his latest suggestion, several entertaining expressions chasing themselves across Martin's features as he thinks. It's hard to remember the last time John saw him look like this. Unguarded. If he'd had the presence of mind to appreciate it at the time, he could say he missed it. Regardless, it's... it's nice to see.

It's as well he's swallowed by the time Martin suggests 'The Archive,' otherwise he might've choked. "In lights? Like a theatre?" he snorts out a laugh at that mental image, then gives the idea a little more consideration. "Simple," he says with burgeoning approval. "An' it--it has the advantage of annoying every other archivist in town. All of 'em going 'why didn't we think of that?'"