[ Oh, Jon. Martin can't help but soften at that. He retrieves a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over him. Then ... he sits on the couch next to Jon for a moment, just looking down at him adoringly.
(He's alive. He's breathing, they're - together? God. What a thought. He's still sure he's going to wake up at any moment.) ]
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(He's alive. He's breathing, they're - together? God. What a thought. He's still sure he's going to wake up at any moment.) ]