Roger strode into the stadium at Appleby in time to see Marcus kick off the ground. He stood and watched the other man complete a couple of circuits before whistling to get his attention. "Oi, stop being sexual with your broom and come down here," he called heartily. He'd decided after some thought that it probably wasn't fair for him to be angry at Marcus - he'd no doubt had a very good reason for going off the grid - but he wasn't going to let Marcus know that just yet.
"So," he said, tilting his head and lifting his eyebrows. "You promised an explanation?"
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