Martin has his arms wrapped around you, slowly rubbing circles on your back. His eyes dart down as he thinks about what to say

“I— It’s ok… w-would you want me to brew us a pot of tea or…?”

Martin’s hands stop and he sucks in a small breath. He readjusts so that you’re laying against him

“Or we could talk? We don’t have to if you don’t want to but… I know it can be healthy to just let some of it out, so, if that’s what you need I’m here for you.”

His eyes dart as he questions what to say, how to help— Oh god he wants to help…