It brought a shy smile to his face to hear that she was going to make time for her over the holiday season. "It'll be my first Christmas," he said meeting her eyes. "If you weren't around it wouldn't feel right," though Markus wasn't entirely sure what the feeling should be, he knew it had to include Morgan.
Markus didn't want to leave either, but he was glad she understood there was an element of conflict that came with the feeling. He would always wonder what had happened to the other deviants, but he would have hope things worked out for them without him. He gave a smile when Morgan agreed to his suggestion. "The next time we have a night at home, I'll introduce the two of you," he told her and though he knew it would be a one-way conversation it would allow his girlfriend to understand what had made him the man he was.
"Letting go would be really bad," Markus joked, "especially without your suit. So hold on a little tighter," he told her with a teasing grin. "It really is," he replied to Morgan's comment and a thought struck him as he stashed his helmet, "do you think we'll ever get to see Europe? I mean, this is old, but some of those places are old!" he said with wide eyes. "Imagine touching something that's been in the same place for a thousand or more years, it would be quite something," Markus said struck with the idea.
He looked down curiously, raising his eyebrows as Morgan spoke, happily slipping his hand into hers as he waited for the question. Markus frowned. "Yes, they celebrated," he replied thinking back to his observations of his home town. "I didn't see much of them because Carl was ill, he preferred to work rather than go to parties, unless it was for a gallery opening." And where Carl went Markus went too, so the family element she'd spoken of had only brushed their world rather than taken it over. "I'm sure other households did far more," he said with a smile her way. "Like yours."