"Yes, I do," Marcus answered quietly, smiling softly at her. Not just because of the manner in which they were raised, but because he was so grateful for her continued presence in his life.
"The living room is fine," he said with a small shrug, reaching out to help her carry things, even though it didn't seem as though she actually needed help at the moment.
He led the way and settled himself on one end of the sofa, taking a bite before asking, "How's your painting going?"