Martin keeps his hand on her arm and his eyes on her as she answers, attentive and gently sympathetic as she trails off. She agrees with his assessment, but it isn't quite that easy, and even without her finishing the implied thought, he thinks he understands.

"Yeah," he says softly, and finally pulls his hand away. "I understand."

He knows he's lucky, in a warped sort of way, that John can survive so much. It's luck that comes at a terrible cost, a gift horse that ought not be trusted. But after having lost so many people and consigned himself to losing just about everyone, it's hard not to feel a certain security over John's... hardiness, for lack of a better word. Blue may have a shot with Kat that he doesn't have with John, but she doesn't have that security.

Digging into it any deeper probably won't help matters, and he has no desire to darken their moods any further at what is meant to be a fun occasion. He glances back toward the drink table and offers Blue a faint smile. "Maybe we should get more of this in us and see if we can't lighten up a bit. There'll be plenty of time to worry when we don't have access to mimosas."

[I'd be good wrapping here if that works for you! Let's let these kiddos drink and lighten our collective loads. ❤︎]