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“Martin, what are you hiding?”
In the soft, tired, comfortable atmosphere they had created, neither seemed to notice how the question echoed ever so slightly. Martin, leaning towards the embracing tendrils of sleep, saw no problem in complying with the pull of the question. He leaned his head forward and rested his chin on top of Jon’s head, grinning softly and murmuring something into his hair. It was muffled beyond recognition, and Jon turned his head fully upwards towards Martin, squinting his eyes minutely. Martin smiled blearily and pressed a kiss underneath Jon’s eye. He tried, and failed, to scowl away the smile creeping up on him as he continued to glower weakly at him.
So when the knowledge of a simple wedding band, hidden in between the layers of a stack of old clothes they never wore anymore, shoved into the back of their closet, wormed its way into his mind, he allowed the exhaustion of the moment to override his usual response. Jon sighed out, content with the blurry answer he received, and turned back into a more comfortable position.