Martin in human form was awkward at best when face to face with his once lover, current friend(?); but the marten couldn't be less concerned with their sticky history. He leapt into his arms without a moment's hesitation, quick to grab hold of his jacket to avoid catching his claws in Fabian's skin through his shirt (his human mind was not entirely disconnected). He pulled himself up enough to snuffle a bit in his Fab's hair, taking in the familiar smells of baking and drinking, enjoying a kind of closeness they no longer had as two men.