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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

After the unexpected day he'd had the day before, Marcus had spent the evening into the night stuck in his head, trying to wrap his mind around the conversation he'd had with his mother and all the things she'd revealed during it this time around. He had managed to stop himself from breaking out the bottle of Firewhiskey, though he'd been sorely tempted. Sooner or later, he was expecting that he was going to give in to those urges, and Merlin help him when that day finally comes.

It was probably a good thing he'd stopped at the Manor before coming here, and not just for the food he had in the basket in one hand. Rakey had made sure he looked presentable for any sort of social interaction, and it probably said something about his mental state that he hadn't even considered the state of his robes or his hair when he'd left his flat. Bryony had seen him in practically every state possible, but in a public setting like this, it was best to make sure he at least didn't look like he was falling apart, no matter how he felt.

"Take as much time as you need," he answered quietly at her words, making sure to stay out of the way and trying not to get in front of any light she might be using. His eye was caught by the canvas she wasn't currently working on, and his gaze roamed over it while he waited for Bryony to finish. Art wasn't something he knew very much about, aside from the bits and pieces he'd picked up from Bryony's mentions over the years, but he was intrigued by the image nonetheless. He opened his mouth to say so, before remembering that she was working and he didn't want to distract her.