From the quick flash of expression before Marc growled his response, the answer to Isaac's question was likely yes. "Depends," Marcus muttered. "You planning to fuck me hello as well?"
What was irritating was that they were in chairs, and Isaac had started to condition him to want that random contact he'd been showing Marcus. He grumbled under his breath, shifting his long legs until one leaned against Isaac's and leaving it there as if it were just a part of Marcus turning to face him. He crossed his arms, jaw tight. He tried to relax, caught in that confusing headspace Isaac often tumbled him into. "Seem a bit casual for a wedding," he pointed out.