Sorry, Tim, but talking about has just shifted to talking to.

It's by pure circumstance, while looking for another contact, that Jon finds him. He'd seen Sasha and chatted for a while, but assumed that she was the only one who'd shown up on his behalf. When he spots Tim, though, his blood runs cold.

God, he hopes Tim is here for Martin.

He's locked eyes, though, and it's too late to hurry himself away. Instead, he swallows roughly, and tries to straighten his posture. It only works so well; no matter how he tries, his nerves weigh on his features.

"I---" He starts, but his words catch in his throat. Try again. "Hello, Tim. I... I wasn't expecting you to be here."