Fics like please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe (please don't say you love me)

It was loud on the train. That wasn’t true, exactly - they had boarded just after midnight, and the hush of early morning had settled over the carriage soon after. The only noise was the rumble of the wheels, the rush of Jon’s breath (slow and even, as he’d fallen asleep not long after they boarded), and the faint, tinny sound of music spilling from another passenger’s headphones. It was, by all reasonable accounts, not a loud train carriage. But it was still too much. Everything was too much. Martin hadn’t realized how much the Lonely had muted things - muffled sounds, dulled colors, kept emotions always at an arm’s length, to be observed but not truly felt - until it had been ripped away from him. He felt like one giant exposed nerve. Simply existing in the same space as other people was almost unbearable. And Jon’s hand was still wrapped around his, and that was worse. All of the painful, tangled emotions that the Lonely had provided an escape from were connected to Jon. He had loved Jon. He knew that. He had waited years for Jon to give some sign that he cared and, the time would come eventually when Martin would be very glad he finally had. For now, though, his feelings towards Jon were...complicated.

Fics like please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe (please don't say you love me)

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