Marcus was...Marcus didn't know what he was. He was glad that Katie was safe, first of all. Even if it was hard to be too happy about it given her current state of being near-catatonic. But that was something that could be worked on, right? It could be fixed. She could be fixed. She'd been through awful and terrible things that would break most people, but he knew Katie and Katie was strong. She would fight and she would make it through and she'd still be the same person that he loved when it all ended. Or so he hoped. That was his plan, anyway. That was what he needed. And sure, it was a selfish thing to be thinking about his needs at this point, but he could always ignore everything he was feeling. It was exhausting.
And on top of worrying about Katie, there was a small concern over Geoff in the back of his mind. Marcus had killed one of those W.A.P. fucks without giving it a second thought and a supposedly dead Auror had witnessed it. Sure, the papers didn't report any deaths which had been....good. In fact, his involvement in the whole thing hadn't even been mentioned thankfully....but what if Hooper changed his mind about that at some point? Marcus had done what he could to cover his involvement with any of it up, but Hooper had been a witness and that made him a liability. Marcus briefly registered that perhaps he should be more concerned for the life that he'd ended as opposed to getting caught for doing so, but he was fairly certain that the part of him that was supposed to care about that had disappeared years ago.
Except for a shower, Marcus hadn't left Katie's room since she'd gotten to the hospital. But she was asleep or drugged or something and he was fucking starving. Standing up, he placed an extremely gentle kiss on Katie's forehead before quietly exiting the room. He was walking down the hallway when he saw a familiar face, one he'd rather avoid because he knew he'd never be able to associate it with anything other than the loss of his family from this point forward. He paused for a moment to rub his temple before giving Potter a small nod. There. He'd acknowledged him. That would be a sufficient amount of interaction for the next decade or so, right?