The blush creeps down Martin's neck, and he pulls back, just half a step.

"Look-- w-were you seriously expecting someone else to just tell me?" His tone is reproachful, and out of the corner of his eye he sees the girl raise her eyebrows as she turns to look at Jon. "And that- that's not the point, Jon, the point is that you're not-- after everything you just put us through with the tunnels and Sasha and the entire six months since Prentiss, you-- you're still not telling me things yourself!" His expression is...complicated. Knotted eyebrows and narrowed eyes on a cherry-red face and mouth in a light grimace. "Do you not, what, trust me, still? After all that?"