[ there's a jump of alarm that goes something like this:
1. fuck people have been getting robbed and now i'm getting robbed, to:
2. wait this isn't a robbery, what the hell, to:
3. oh. martin.
he knew martin was here thanks to his conversation with jon, and knew that things were- well, weird, but this absolutely wasn't the sort of reception that he'd been expecting. for just a few moments, the bitterly disaffected attitude he's taken towards pretty much everything evaporates while he tries to figure out what he's supposed to do with an armful of martin blackwood.
and finally, gently, he pats the back of his head. ]
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1. fuck people have been getting robbed and now i'm getting robbed, to:
2. wait this isn't a robbery, what the hell, to:
3. oh. martin.
he knew martin was here thanks to his conversation with jon, and knew that things were- well, weird, but this absolutely wasn't the sort of reception that he'd been expecting. for just a few moments, the bitterly disaffected attitude he's taken towards pretty much everything evaporates while he tries to figure out what he's supposed to do with an armful of martin blackwood.
and finally, gently, he pats the back of his head. ]
I, uh- hey, Martin. Good to see you, too.