[martin is very lucky jon decides not to return upon hearing that and press for information. he huffs to himself, hot water already on for tea he was going to make for himself and half the reason he didn't go back to pester martin. in a few moments he has the tea done and comes back out, tray in hand. he even has cookies (what do british nerds call them?? chips?? or something?? i don't remember now)
he sets the tray down on the coffee table before giving martin a Look.] You are a terrible liar, and I heard that first bit. What's going on, Martin?
[his tone goes a little more nervous, softer:] It's not Prentiss, is it?
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he sets the tray down on the coffee table before giving martin a Look.] You are a terrible liar, and I heard that first bit. What's going on, Martin?
[his tone goes a little more nervous, softer:] It's not Prentiss, is it?