“I have been down to the subways exactly three times. And all three were on calls.” One medical, two...not. And even if they’d worked out as fine as any of that was ever going to, Marcus was pretty sure that that being his introduction to the underbelly - literally - of LA, had not helped it’s case. He was good above ground as much as possible, thanks. “I think at the point I need them, I’ll just run. I can get going pretty fast if no one’s in the way.” Sure, four legs was faster, but that was a pretty good way to get either animal control or his coworkers called on him. Both mortifying for completely different reasons.
“I can kind of understand the urge. In a way? But at the same time...whining about it to anyone who’ll listen,” or had the unfortunate ability to overhear way too many conversations, “doesn’t really seem to do much besides make everyone else miserable too.” Like sure, he got the need to vent. Even got the need to get away from everything. And sometimes, you couldn’t do much except vent. But there came a point where you had to take it private - a good friend, a post online, hell even an anonymous phone line. Something.
“Eh, six of one, half a dozen of the other. He got a working radio either way. And if you’d managed to debut at eleven, I’d be even more impressed. Hell, even trying is pretty damn impressive. About all I managed at eleven was falling out of trees.” And shoving his brother out of them. That was a big part of it too. “The most intelligent thing I managed then was not getting caught.” Although, thinking back...he probably hadn’t been as clever as he’d thought he’d been. Him and Dom never got too badly scraped up. There’s a pretty good chance his mom just played along. Huh. That would...explain a lot actually. “And I’ll definitely keep that in mind, man, though the most complicated thing I have right now is the tv...haven’t managed to break that yet though.” Wouldn’t put it past him to.
“Give or take. It’ll be another...two months? Or thereabouts, until the year mark.” He hadn’t quite managed to land his graduation on his birthday. It had been a silly little idea in the back of his head though, when he’d seen the schedule and how close it fell. More’s the pity. “And I do. I really do. It’s not...I wouldn’t say it’s fun. Or easy. Or any of that nonsense. But it’s...it’s something.” Is about all Marcus can manage, a goofy, prideful grin in place. Because sure, there’s the pride. That he’s helping, or at least, trying to. That he’s making a difference. But everytime he says something like that, it sounds flat in his ears, and flatter still when he hears the same from those that just don’t care anymore. He’d rather just…do his job than talk about it.
“Mom was one too, you know? For a good twenty years. Trying to at least match that. We’ll see how it goes.” Well, he was hoping for longer. But who knew where things would be in another decade. “And you know, I’ll take that. Try and live up to it, hopefully.” He said, grinning brightly, touched. Sure, it could just be a placating comment, but oh well. Marcus had been...perhaps a little starved for positive attention. If it came in the way of reinforcing his job too, well, he was going to take it without much question.