It had been a number of years since he'd experienced this sort of tightness in his chest, but Marcus could recognize the crushing anxiety of something about to go terribly wrong in a heartbeat. He had some trouble meeting Bryony's eyes, scared that he would be seeing any sort of rejection there, and if that were the case, he'd have no idea what to do with himself.
But that didn't seem to be present, and Marcus found himself smiling tentatively at the comment. "It does," he admitted quietly, though he was certain she would be able to read the naked honesty in his tone. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."