He's already deeply regretting this choice immediately, and that feeling is not improved by Nero suddenly darting in to plant a kiss on his forehead, and Martin jerks back in red-faced surprise, clutching the clothes tighter like an affronted ma'am.

Well, at least he knows Nero won't kill him. Not while Martin owes him something, and not while he's funnier left alive.

...the thought isn't as comforting as he hoped it would be.

""I-I-- uh, I...suppose so?" He swallows dryly to push down the lump threatening to make his voice crack. "Did you, um, h-have anyone else you were wanting to deliver these to, or was it just... first come, first served?"