Marc has totally not been counting who asked what how many times.

"If you want to do that. Or you could just ask whatever you want to ask and if I don't want to answer I won't. Like I said, I trust you to be who you are."

Another thing he trusts: Kylar's a lot like Marc, in that he's just straightforward. There's no like, webs of implications here, or subterfuge, or chess playing. Most secrets for him, if Marc had to guess, are kept because they'd get you directly killed, or because they're a way someone else could beat you in a fight.

Marc's shit is just ... sadder than that. It's a secret because of shame. Lots of kinds of shame. There's ways to ruin somebody that hurt more and hurt for longer than just killing them.

"Let's walk, I gotta -"

He indulges in on what Steven would be a stim or a fidget, but on Marc has been suppressed as just another discomfort to deal with - just a little flex in his hands. I'm restless. Tension makes him not want to sit still.

"Is it something I gotta worry about besides the no eye contact thing? Keeping in mind - I also gotta protect a guy who doesn't know how to fight."