Marshall remained silent as he waited patiently outside the door until he was invited in. Sometimes, his old unit joked he was a vampire for that reason. It had more to do with him trying to respect the privacy and boundaries of his agents, but that time at halloween he did drink down a glass of fake blood just to make a point. Max woulda been proud.
"Thank you," he replied and entered.
"I promise you're not in trouble." He kept a soft smile on his face and his hands comfortably at his side. "I just wanted to talk. That's all." And now came the awkward part.
"I wanted to check on you. It's... not exactly a place where most people can thrive, but, ... How do you think you're adjusting to all this?"