"It's gotten a bit late, hasn't it?" Jon finally relents, having taken the opportunity to finish his own food, as well. He's fighting tooth and nail not to allow himself to look crestfallen; he knows full and well that there's explaining, decisions, and an uncertain future from any angle he could turn it pressing in at all sides.

"I--- really do appreciate you coming by for dinner, Martin," He tacks on, reluctant to let it end so easily. He knows he has to, and needs to, but he doesn't want to. "I won't keep you and make you walk home in the dark, but, maybe we can... do this again soon?"