The fog of the Lonely, although not physically present, is suffocating in the room. Jon curls his fingers on the table gently. It's strange; when he saw Martin on the beach, there was something there that he couldn't make the shape out of. After hearing the name Lukas, though, he can't stop seeing it.

He won't let Peter stay proud of him if he has anything to say about it.

"Of course. I'll be in town for a few ins and odds, so I'll stop by and say hello," Jon insists, gentle, doing everything he can to be perfectly pleasant while staying firm. "I'll see you then?"