Martin manages to spend about fifteen minutes compiling some words before he feels like he can't think clearly anymore and he sets his phone aside with a weary huff. It's finally hitting him how deeply exhausted he is; the whole week has been a bit much, but after even their brief stint at the party, after all the panic and anger and the absurd long walk home, now it all hits him like a slow avalanche. He wants to get up and move around to stay awake, and more than that he wants to check on how John's doing, but he makes himself stay put. In the end, the effort to do nothing wins over the effort to stay wakeful, and he finds himself lying back, dozing off despite his own reluctance.
He jolts back to his body when the doorknob rattles, his heart pounding with sudden, ridiculous fear. Disoriented, feeling a bit sick from hunger, for a moment forgetting where he is - that had almost stopped happening, and it's not a welcome feeling now - he sits up and stares at his door, the knob shaking a bit, before it all comes back to him in a dizzying rush.
"Oh-" Shit, how long as he it been? He staggers off the bed and opens the door, half-expecting to see John standing there, and... well, he does, but just. Down on the floor.
"Sorry," he says, rubbing his face. "You... Are you all right? Did Daine-"
She steps out of the WC a moment later, human once again. He must not have actually been out that long. She gives him a brief but encouraging assurance that John will be all right and promises to send him the full details on what John'll need. She looks fairly tired herself, and excuses herself quickly. He'll have to thank her properly when he has a chance; right now, he's a little relieved to be alone again with John.
Of course, now he doesn't know what to say.
"All right?" he says softly, half-heartedly. "Christ, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted." It's so strange, not hearing John's voice answer him, just... looking at him and having to guess at his thoughts. He shrugs, a bit hapless, not sure what to offer or suggest. "Do you want to sleep?"
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He jolts back to his body when the doorknob rattles, his heart pounding with sudden, ridiculous fear. Disoriented, feeling a bit sick from hunger, for a moment forgetting where he is - that had almost stopped happening, and it's not a welcome feeling now - he sits up and stares at his door, the knob shaking a bit, before it all comes back to him in a dizzying rush.
"Oh-" Shit, how long as he it been? He staggers off the bed and opens the door, half-expecting to see John standing there, and... well, he does, but just. Down on the floor.
"Sorry," he says, rubbing his face. "You... Are you all right? Did Daine-"
She steps out of the WC a moment later, human once again. He must not have actually been out that long. She gives him a brief but encouraging assurance that John will be all right and promises to send him the full details on what John'll need. She looks fairly tired herself, and excuses herself quickly. He'll have to thank her properly when he has a chance; right now, he's a little relieved to be alone again with John.
Of course, now he doesn't know what to say.
"All right?" he says softly, half-heartedly. "Christ, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted." It's so strange, not hearing John's voice answer him, just... looking at him and having to guess at his thoughts. He shrugs, a bit hapless, not sure what to offer or suggest. "Do you want to sleep?"