Marcus opens the door and lets himself in - he understands why Austin didn't come, considering his leg. He's never been bothered by the leg thing - he doesn't really think about it 95% of the time unless he's seen something that makes him remember it.
"Welllll..." He'll move to him and lean up a little, arms going around the larger man's shoulders, trying to ignore the fact that his cheeks are burning a little just at the sight of him. "I was thinking since I haven't yet that I could cook for you. Then we can... I don't know. Watch something? You know I'm not good at decisions." He'll smile.