He kind of smiles self-satisfiedly to himself when she blushes, and Blue makes a little wrinkled-nose face at him, embarrassed to be obvious. Not that Martin isn't, though she thinks there must have been some sort of conversation about that by now. Who knows; she gets the feeling, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. She's taken a long time not saying anything with most of her crushes, and she's not sure that's ever going to change.

Blue nods, more serious. "It...if she hasn't said anything, it's not my place to tell," she says, carefully, "but she's lived through a lot. Here, too."

She smiles. "I'm glad. That you care, even if nothing does happen." She rubs her neck. "Are you doing okay, with -- all this?" It strikes her that this very well could be more distressing for Martin than it was for John.