[ Meanwhile, Martin takes a bit longer than usual in that shower. First to enjoy the shower itself - good lord he missed hot water and being clean - and then to just be overwhelmed by everything. He has a good long cry as the water streams down his face, and he hopes the redness around his eyes will look like the result of a good scrubbing rather than tears.

Thankfully, the mirror is fogged up by the time he’s done, so no concerns there. He emerges soon enough in that blue shirt and dark jeans, feeling better than he has in … god, how long since the apocalypse started? Since then, however long that was.

But he feels even better seeing Jon with actual honest-to-god takeaway and tea. After months of hell? Actual Hell seems downright heavenly.

He settles into the chair across from Jon, tears threatening to spring up again. ]

Oh. Oh it’s lovely…