Jon has a really fucking strong grip. His hand aches something fierce after he relaxes a little, but Jon still squeezes back automatically.

"Right." He doesn't sound too sure - doesn't look it either, with the worried pinch to his eyes as they flick up and down Jon again - but he'll at least accept that for now. "Right."

He's silent for a few seconds, just focusing on the warm hand in his own and trying not to blush again. "This has been a very long week," he finally says quietly, with a very fragile kind of humour to it.