Martin nearly chokes on his drink. The server chooses this moment to return with their food, regarding him awkwardly until he waves her off, finally leaving him with only Harry and the question he's just posed.

It's a fair question, especially after Martin had been asking after his personal life. It shouldn't make him want to bury himself in a hole in the ground. But he can't even look at Harry as he struggles with the answer.

"Erm," he coughs lightly, "sorry." He heaves a sigh, wishing he had managed to cling to a modicum of composure, not that that's ever been a particular strong suit. "Not... not a date, no. I mean it's - he's - it's not like that." He considers trying to just move away from this subject as fast as he can but after this whole fuss he's made over it, that ship has probably left the harbor. He laughs weakly and without much humor. "I suppose you might say it's complicated."