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There’s a knock on the door,
thankfully Jon wasn’t recording a statement.
“Jon?” Martin called through the door.
“Come in, Martin,” Jon practically sighed, trying his damn best to keep his discontent
out of his voice.
“I- uh, I made you tea.”
Martin awkwardly stood by the door for a moment, obviously having to mentally make the choice
to approach Jon’s desk. “Thank you,” Jon said curtly, taking the cup from Martin, not paying attention to where exactly he
was placing his hand on the cup.
Their fingers brush against each other’s for a moment.
Martin didn’t seem to pay the small touch any mind, but Jon could feel the sparks it sent up
his arm and throughout his entire body. Martin didn’t seem to notice the extent
to which it effected Jon, already leaving
his office, saying something about how he should eat something, before leaving Jon at his desk, mentally heaving.