Continuing to worry his hands on the table, Martin listens quietly to everything Jon says, blinking away tears. Christ, you really don't get this kind of emotional honesty from Jon often, do you? And all of it just to prove that he really does love Martin.
Swallowing roughly, Martin reaches out to take Jon's hand.
"Thank you," he murmurs. "I love you, Jon. A-and it's--- it's taking a while for it to sink in, for it to feel real, and I know I'm being insecure right now, but. But I believe you. And I'm really, really excited to be here with you. On a date! A real date."
Thank goodness that went over well - there's a palpable relief that comes with him managing to get his point across. Honestly, he should probably thank Zelda for helping him get a decent head on his shoulders over the last year, or else he'd likely have completely and utterly botched all of this.
"That's alright, Martin. I know it's... all fairly sudden," He cracks a small, embarrassed grin, and allows his hand to be taken. "But we're on a real date! I haven't been on a date in... Christ. Years, I think."
"I know!" Laughing off the stress comes blessedly easily. "It feels so normal, doesn't it? I, ah. I guess this makes it official, huh? We're---- we're dating?"
That gets a laugh out of Jon, purely and genuinely delighted. "And we've already crossed the threshold of saying I love you to each other and everything. We're making incredible progress, all things considered!"
Martin laughs as well, Jon's joy proving infectious. "We did! One of the bigger relationship milestones, already out of the way! One less thing to stress about later," he agrees. "Seriously, though, I--- I'm happy, Jon. Really happy. And I'm sorry if my fretting made you doubt that. I'm glad to be here." Martin gives Jon's hand a squeeze.
After a pause, he flushes lightly. "Do... do you think they'd let me play the piano?"
Jon squeezes his hand back, and before he can go to speak, Jon lifts his brows, following Martin's attention to the piano. There's a moment where those gears turn in his head, before his smile softens from all that delight to something smaller, but playful and so very excited.
"I think they just might. Would you like me to ask?"
With a small pat to the hand he released, a short gesture of "be right back", Jon is up and across the dining room, over to the elegant bar along the wall. For a minute or so, he chats with the older fellow behind the bar; he's clearly in a great mood, considering he even shares a laugh with him. After that, he gestures to the piano, and brightens when the bartender replies.
Only a moment later, Jon lifts his hand to catch Martin's attention, before waving him over, clearly keen to meet him at the piano's bench with the go-ahead granted.
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Swallowing roughly, Martin reaches out to take Jon's hand.
"Thank you," he murmurs. "I love you, Jon. A-and it's--- it's taking a while for it to sink in, for it to feel real, and I know I'm being insecure right now, but. But I believe you. And I'm really, really excited to be here with you. On a date! A real date."
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"That's alright, Martin. I know it's... all fairly sudden," He cracks a small, embarrassed grin, and allows his hand to be taken. "But we're on a real date! I haven't been on a date in... Christ. Years, I think."
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After a pause, he flushes lightly. "Do... do you think they'd let me play the piano?"
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"I think they just might. Would you like me to ask?"
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With a small pat to the hand he released, a short gesture of "be right back", Jon is up and across the dining room, over to the elegant bar along the wall. For a minute or so, he chats with the older fellow behind the bar; he's clearly in a great mood, considering he even shares a laugh with him. After that, he gestures to the piano, and brightens when the bartender replies.
Only a moment later, Jon lifts his hand to catch Martin's attention, before waving him over, clearly keen to meet him at the piano's bench with the go-ahead granted.