Martin inhales sharply at Jon's touch, arms immediately wrapping around him and gripping him as if Jon might disappear any moment. Goodness knows their bodies are already gone. It's almost like magic, the sheer comfort this long-awaited contact offers, and Martin's sobs are further muffled by Jon's shoulder in which his face is eagerly buried. The words finally tumble out of him hastily, quietly.

"I love you. I love you."