[It's an adorable look that puts warmth in his chest as he scoots over beside Martin on the bed and presses slightly at his shoulder, an invitation to lay back.]

Funny the timing of things: neither do I...suppose I do now.

[Plans: Martin. Seemed good to his mind.

And, oddly enough, helped him find a bit of the stride he'd felt he was missing earlier. Like finding even ground again.]

We only go as far and for how long as you'd like, alright?