Martin honestly wouldn't have noticed Jon if it hadn't been for the rapidly hastening footsteps in his direction, and he only gets half a second to turn and look, and see--
"--Jon?!"
The blow nearly takes him off his feet, and even then he takes a heavy stumble but just barely manages to hold himself upright with Jon's face wedged into him, and he immediately feels his pasty features turn a brilliant, embarrassed red.
"Oh my god, Jon, what-- h-how?!" But his voice dies in a spluttering, embarrassed squeak, holding his arms away from himself for a long moment before he... well, eventually he relents. It's not like he's mad about the bone-crushing hug but he's very confused.
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"--Jon?!"
The blow nearly takes him off his feet, and even then he takes a heavy stumble but just barely manages to hold himself upright with Jon's face wedged into him, and he immediately feels his pasty features turn a brilliant, embarrassed red.
"Oh my god, Jon, what-- h-how?!" But his voice dies in a spluttering, embarrassed squeak, holding his arms away from himself for a long moment before he... well, eventually he relents. It's not like he's mad about the bone-crushing hug but he's very confused.