Marek looked up when he heard her Apparate, and gave up on the mishmash of sausage and potato he'd been trying to fry. He turned off the stove and moved out into the living room, brushing his hands off. "Hey," he said. "Yeah, I'm fine. I wanted to talk to you about Alec."
He was definitely not expecting relief, he was expecting irritation and anger, so he made a peaceful gesture, holding both hands up and moving them slightly apart. "I just want to say my piece, and then I'll let it go."