"I'm here on behalf of the Children's Home and you don't see me steamrolling every musician in sight," he points out with a grin before taking his pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his jacket. Marcus smokes significantly less than he used to, maybe one or two in a week, though some weeks go by without a single cigarette. He carries them now out of habit more than anything.
"And you're welcome. Now, do you really want one?" he asks, holding the pack toward her.
He'll smoke with her if she does or he'll put them away if she doesn't. For the moment, he's content to breathe in the cooler evening air and keep his distance from the crowd inside. It's true he's meant to be making those connections Robin asked for, but perhaps he's making one now, and with significantly less painful small talk having to be done.
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Date: 2021-06-20 02:40 pm (UTC)"And you're welcome. Now, do you really want one?" he asks, holding the pack toward her.
He'll smoke with her if she does or he'll put them away if she doesn't. For the moment, he's content to breathe in the cooler evening air and keep his distance from the crowd inside. It's true he's meant to be making those connections Robin asked for, but perhaps he's making one now, and with significantly less painful small talk having to be done.