Martin lets his head drop to bury his face against Jon's shoulder, and takes a couple slow, deep breaths to steady himself as he tucks back in against him. The loneliness of the ocean, the weird horror of going from being a squid to being a man again, and thinking Jon was dead and gone. None of it seems to matter now. It's not even so hard to ignore the way the wind chills him through the soggy fabric of the robe as they cling to each other.

When he trusts himself enough to speak, Martin lifts his head and nods. "I'm all right. I'm all right, Jon. I just - I thought, when I couldn't find you. Well, I thought you were. You know. Dead. But for real, this time."