Ain't we just Who: Mark, Much, Will, Skye, and J.J. Where: Much's apartment When: after this What: post-rescue decompression
Mark had decided to pick up host duties since he still wasn't sure what to say to any of their guests. It was a lot easier to make sure all the weapons were returned to their proper places and that everyone had something to drink instead of figuring out why the hell Will was beating his girlfriend or why Skye wanted to be with the guy who was with her sister or what J.J. knew about Robin. Stuffing his cloak in the safe, he sighed and wondered what they were going to tell Robin. Will had made it pretty clear without saying anything that he wasn't ready to face their fearsome leader just yet.
He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. Busying himself with opening it, he let himself decide by some subconscious process that it was Will's choice and he had done enough springing the guy from jail. He lingered in the kitchen doorway and watched Much. He was more of an honorary Merry Man; his bonds with the group ran deep because of the intensity of the lives they'd shared, not from growing up together as it was with most of the group's members. Taking a quick pull from the brew in his hand, he made his way over and asked, "Anyone need anything while I'm still up?"