"You are something else," Marcus yelled back. He spread his hands, refusing to move, not letting her small frame catch him off balance again. "You might be Isaac but at the moment you are also a fucking girl! S'not right!" He growled loudly, uncomfortable with how fucking upset he was at this turn of events, and at how fucking needy it made him feel.
"How the fuck should I know where she is?" Hands thrown wide, shoulders shrugged. Marcus turned away and glared at the door, half expecting her to come in to yell at them both for fighting. "Fuck. She's probably arsed off at us for shouting when she's trying to fucking sleep. Get dressed." He grabbed a shirt where it hung over the back of a chair after being tossed there last night. Didn't matter whether it was his or Isaac's; he tossed it to Isaac anyway. With the sheet still wrapped around himself, he pushed his way out the door to go find his wife.