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Martin coughed into his hand and shrugged. "Well... I don't have... ah, anything else to do, so, why not?" he said, trying to play it cool. Seeing Sumara nervous was sure a new sensation, but it seemed the pair of them were making each other flustered more often than not. Not sure why she would be nervous about having him watch her perform, he took a jab at a friendly comment. "Not that you need me out there in the crowd to whup everyone's butt. I mean, music's your life and all. Besides Pokemon." He smirked at that and glanced around town. "When and where's this thing taking place, by the way?" he asked, manning up and walking up beside her to look over her shoulder at the map. While they perused the map the Nidorans played around at their feet.

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Brigson felt a pang of something like commiseration. Having grown up fending for himself on the streets he was definitely a stranger to displays of physical contact that didn't involve self-defense or apprehending a criminal. He had received his first hug from an over-zealous Sanders after their first successful case, and that had been decidedly uncomfortable for him. This... this was something very different.

Brigson only managed to mutter a, "sure," to Jace before the other man drifted off to sleep. He'd meant to add some sort of joke, perhaps a quip about it coming with the package deal and Brigson's contract, but he couldn't form the words in his head quickly enough. Instead Brigson silently scooped Jace up in his arms and moved them over to one of the small beds, trying to figure out how to do this. Eventually he was able to seat himself on the bed, swing his legs up, and lay back with the other man practically laying on top of him. It was about as flat-out cuddling as two people could get while sharing a space, and Brigson let out a small, soft sigh. This was going to be much, much more difficult than he had previously thought. Hoping Sanders wouldn't burst in on them, Brigson closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

He failed dismally. Letting his eyes slide back open fifteen minutes later, he looked down at the other man and contemplated the sight. Hesitantly, he reached out and brushed some of Jace's black hair away from his face, the motion strangely soothing to him. He continued the motion for a few more moments and didn't even realize when he himself drifted off to sleep as well.