@sweaterstained || continued from HERE.
HE ALMOST (almost) forgot about the sweater. Martin must have mentioned that he was going to give it away because it was old and too worn-out to be of any use anymore, but either Jon forgot or chose to ignore that bit of knowledge and put it on the moment he felt a chill down his spine. As big as he predicted, even warmer than he thought, and - well. Might feel a bit weird to say, but there’s something of Martin still clinging to the fabric, and it’s far from being an unpleasant feeling. Worth having to constantly shake his arms to free his hands from the sleeves that keep falling over them.
He hears the front door close and yells something, but his words are drowned by the noise of cans and boxes being pulled out of the cupboard and set down on the counter. (Maybe Martin was right and maybe he hasn’t checked the expiration date of most of this food in… well, a while. He won’t bring that up anytime soon, however.) He hears sounds coming from behind him, but he doesn’t expect the sudden embrace and tenses for a brief moment on the spot before relaxing against the other’s body. It still feels… unexpected, but right. Definitely right.
“Sorry, I, ah - didn’t think about it. It’s the first thing I found lying around.” A moment of hesitation, then he places his hands over Martin’s, and it’s so warm, unbelivably so.
Hᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ certainly doesn't mind, and there's this brief moment of being insecure about it — not bringing it up, but more whether he sounded as if he minded, whether his voice came off sharper than was intended. Usually, he's perfectly in control of the way he sounds (almost always, even; when you have to use your voice and exterior to defend yourself for so long, you learn, and his mother certainly taught him well, even if unwillingly so), but it melts away when Jon reaches out to him.
Tucks him in a little bit closer to himself, too, arms all wrapped around and surely doing a better job at holding him than the threadbare sweater does.
"You sure you don't want one with less holes? You can just take any, you know. As long as you leave me anything at all." A small laugh, not quite nervous, but tethering on being so. This is still new. Not in any type bad; not even a little bit, but it's still cautiousness that sits beneath. Less to break something but more as to not put any more pressure on Jon, intended or not. "Might be a little warmer, too."