"You know what's funny?" Jon lets out a breath of a laugh. "I... felt that same thing, I think--- just a while back, when you'd picked me up from coming back from the dead. It would've been easier to just send me on my way, and I'm sure I could have managed it, but... I don't know."

He struggles for a moment to find a way to articulate the feeling, and ultimately fails. This isn't exactly anything new for him; he's never been especially emotionally open. But he's surely trying.

"...You make me feel seen, Martin," He finally settles on, and says so softly. "I don't care to be looked at too deeply by people. Maybe it's something about being someone who's supposed to be doing the watching, but... when you look at me, when you do those little things you do to show you care, I feel like you see me. A-and, for once... it makes me want to be seen."