Jon is still trying to digest what might have happened to cause the injuries when Martin gives him that look. He shakes his head, eyebrows drawing together.

"No," he answers as he veers from the shock of Martin being here to the questions rushing to the surface with this new information. Deerington? We were supposed to wake up. That sounds so ominous and it makes his stomach churn. Jon's fingers brush down along Martin's cheek, then his hand drops to rest on the other man's chest.

"I'm sorry."

He isn't even sure what he's apologizing for, only that he's sure that answer is going to disappoint Martin.