[ It was bad enough to have Tim sneak in and interrogate him over his workplace crush; Martin would simply cease to exist if either Tim or Jon had put two and two together with the poems being about Jon. He’ll probably have material for about a dozen after they part ways after the date – if they par-no, Martin, don’t get ahead of yourself.
Jon is a bit of an intense experience. The tenacity he approaches work is only mildly toned down outside of the office. His focus and curiosity directed toward Martin makes said man fight back the urge to squirm and blush as he recounts some of his uni days. Ultimately, he finds it endearing, putting in an honest effort to relate to his interests rather than write them off.
Martin only panics marginally when Jon stares at his hand, teeth digging into the meaty part of his cheek to hide the nervous apology for …what? Putting his hand out in shared space? They’re on a date, and this is absolutely silly… but then, they’re holding pinkies. Jon has no right to be this cute. Martin’s smile is both relieved and overwhelmingly fond. It’s a good start. ]
Oh. Well. [ He breaks Jon’s stare to fiddle with the book, brow furrowing as he tried to get his words about him. ] It’s more of a fictional memoir? This actress is getting older and wants to get her life story out there. [ He pauses, eyebrow raising skeptically. ] I haven’t gotten far into it, but I don’t think she uh. Lost them due to ‘mysterious causes’. Shame.
[ He likes mystery if there’s crimes of passion involved – because he’s a romantic. And a brat. His free hand goes to his chest and he turns in his seat a bit to face Jon better. ]
Does it look like I’m hyperventilating? Clearly, I’ve moved on to existential crisis. [ Which means that the careful way he advances their pinkies to join in unashamed palm-to-palm contact is very brave. His fingers fit nicely between Jon’s, and another twenty poems blossom in the back of his mind. ] …Is this alright?
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we ignore how long life kept me from these cuties
Date: 2025-08-30 05:26 pm (UTC)Jon is a bit of an intense experience. The tenacity he approaches work is only mildly toned down outside of the office. His focus and curiosity directed toward Martin makes said man fight back the urge to squirm and blush as he recounts some of his uni days. Ultimately, he finds it endearing, putting in an honest effort to relate to his interests rather than write them off.
Martin only panics marginally when Jon stares at his hand, teeth digging into the meaty part of his cheek to hide the nervous apology for …what? Putting his hand out in shared space? They’re on a date, and this is absolutely silly… but then, they’re holding pinkies. Jon has no right to be this cute. Martin’s smile is both relieved and overwhelmingly fond. It’s a good start. ]
Oh. Well. [ He breaks Jon’s stare to fiddle with the book, brow furrowing as he tried to get his words about him. ] It’s more of a fictional memoir? This actress is getting older and wants to get her life story out there. [ He pauses, eyebrow raising skeptically. ] I haven’t gotten far into it, but I don’t think she uh. Lost them due to ‘mysterious causes’. Shame.
[ He likes mystery if there’s crimes of passion involved – because he’s a romantic. And a brat. His free hand goes to his chest and he turns in his seat a bit to face Jon better. ]
Does it look like I’m hyperventilating? Clearly, I’ve moved on to existential crisis. [ Which means that the careful way he advances their pinkies to join in unashamed palm-to-palm contact is very brave. His fingers fit nicely between Jon’s, and another twenty poems blossom in the back of his mind. ] …Is this alright?