( 'hi marc, I'm going to teleport you through space' would've been a perfectly adequate, fine warning and marc would've accepted it because he's experienced weirder (objectively); and because he's just died (again, and also probably) and crawled out of a hole in the ground. lottie's reply earns a flash of incredulity and— ) I normally know when I'm about to rip off a band-aid.
( or: that's a terrible reason.
it's grumbled but not uttered with any particular malice, more an unhappy explanation — where 'unhappy', of course, is marc's natural state of being after the day he's had (life, actually, but specifically his day has also been absolutely terrible). whilst marc knows that he can be challenging and that unless he wants a conversation, speaking with him can be like pulling teeth, he's not anywhere near wanting to pretend he's not-awful and not-terrible at communication.
instead, he sighs and closes his eyes as realisation slowly dawns: he's making this difficult and it's not lottie's fault, but—.
he hates this. if he was at home, he'd find at outlet for his frustrations, a very physical punching bag or two or three, but here? what—
a breath in, and a breath out. )
Thank you. ( somewhere in between gratitude and an apology, somewhere between brusque and gentle, like he means for it to be the latter but is naturally inclined towards the former. )
no subject
( or: that's a terrible reason.
it's grumbled but not uttered with any particular malice, more an unhappy explanation — where 'unhappy', of course, is marc's natural state of being after the day he's had (life, actually, but specifically his day has also been absolutely terrible). whilst marc knows that he can be challenging and that unless he wants a conversation, speaking with him can be like pulling teeth, he's not anywhere near wanting to pretend he's not-awful and not-terrible at communication.
instead, he sighs and closes his eyes as realisation slowly dawns: he's making this difficult and it's not lottie's fault, but—.
he hates this. if he was at home, he'd find at outlet for his frustrations, a very physical punching bag or two or three, but here? what—
a breath in, and a breath out. )
Thank you. ( somewhere in between gratitude and an apology, somewhere between brusque and gentle, like he means for it to be the latter but is naturally inclined towards the former. )