"Of course not!" Jon seems surprised at the notion all on it's own, setting his glass aside. "I mean, God, it'd need to happen eventually. Apparently it was getting... obvious. I also wouldn't want to--- lead him on, you know?"

A beat, a hesitant moment passing, before Jon offers his hand across the table gently.

"I'm here because I want to be, Martin. I don't regret doing what I needed to in order to make that happen."