Some of the color has faded from his tan face, leaving the pock scars more obvious, and Jon's mouth has gone dry. But he can't not tell him. Someone will, sooner rather than later.
"Martin-"
Fuck, he should have hidden from him, if he'd had a whit of sense.
He squeezes his hand, and it's not gentle.
"First, I didn't know you were coming. I thought it was only me. And-" He made a soft noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head. "Martin, I'll explain everything, but right now, just trust me, I think it's probably better this way-
"I won't have a trial. I'm-"
The word sticks, chokes him again, and his grip tightens, head bowing.
no subject
Some of the color has faded from his tan face, leaving the pock scars more obvious, and Jon's mouth has gone dry. But he can't not tell him. Someone will, sooner rather than later.
"Martin-"
Fuck, he should have hidden from him, if he'd had a whit of sense.
He squeezes his hand, and it's not gentle.
"First, I didn't know you were coming. I thought it was only me. And-" He made a soft noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head. "Martin, I'll explain everything, but right now, just trust me, I think it's probably better this way-
"I won't have a trial. I'm-"
The word sticks, chokes him again, and his grip tightens, head bowing.