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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus looked at Bryony out of the side of his eye at her mumbled comments, trying to think of anything to say that would show his disagreement without actually being argumentative. "I think it's wonderful," he settled for, which was the truth. He nodded his understanding when she explained that it wasn't quite finished, even if he didn't quite comprehend exactly what else needed to be done. "Whenever you have time is fine," he said reassuringly, though honestly, he hoped it would be sooner rather than later.

With a small sigh, Marcus nodded his head once in agreement with her observation. Strange didn't really even begin to cover the experience, but at the same time, there was nothing else he could think of to call it. Steering his own thoughts away from the things he wasn't ready to talk about, he instead offered, "She said she was proud of me." Some of his own disbelief leaked into his tone, because it was almost unbelievable to have had the reassurance he'd wanted his entire life would be so freely given when his mother was no longer so much herself.