Dying over Jon waking up and realizing he’s in love with Martin and thinking he’d already missed his shot.
Realizing the entire time Martin adored him and thinking he was way too late. That Martin would never love or care for him again. That he’d never get Martin’s tea, or hear Martin laugh, or bicker and argue with him, that he’d never see Martin smile ever again.
Feeling crushed because he had someone who loved him unconditionally and thinking he’s never get that love back. Completely unaware that the last of Martin’s feelings to go were for Jon. That the final nail on the coffin of Martin’s fight against Peter was being completely sure Jon was dead.














