Katie wasn't an idiot. Well, not most of the time and she knew Marcus Flint well enough to know that what she'd just said might be crossing a line but what he'd said to her over the journals the other day registered in a way that nothing else had. Marcus was complicated and when Lexi had told her what happened with Hannah Stratham, it all made more sense. He had more walls built around him then anyone she'd ever met and she didn't blame him one bit. But when everything had clicked, she realized what it was. He was upset she'd forgotten. Hannah had all but left him and never given him a second thought and Katie'd...well, it wasn't on purpose but it messed with him and then all that crap about her and Oliver? Well, it wasn't like she actually expected a response from him but she wanted him to know that whatever he was thinking, wasn't the case.
Katie had seen the sheer horror and fear on his face and the concern in that magazine. He'd been by her side for five days and was there when she woke up. He might not be able to say it but his actions clearly could and did. When he didn't say anything, Katie started feeling the tension knock up in the room but she had no intention of going anywhere. When he finally spoke, she couldn't quite manage to suppress the smile that spread across her face. He wanted her to stay and that was very, very good news.
"Oh good," she said, heading towards him and brushing a kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment before slipping by him and into the kitchen where she procured her own beer. She popped the top and took a sip. "I'm starving. Fish and chips. Two orders." Eying him appreciatively, as she passed by once more, Katie plopped back on the couch. "As for your pear?" she said, raising an amused eyebrow. "I have to give you some incentive to come over." Slipping out of her sneakers, she relaxed, feeling more herself than she had in days. And that was saying something.
"The restaurant sent it over," she said, by way of explanation. "Apparently, we're missed over there."