“Then you’re a much more generous soul than I am,” Marcus said, humming softly and shaking his head, “And fair enough. I’d probably lose it if they were required for any kind of decent travel time.” He’d never actually been to New York, so he had no idea if that was actually true. He’d been able to adapt to LA pretty well so far, so maybe he could cut himself some slack and assume he would’ve figured it out if New York had been the one to answer his transfer request.
“Well, with luck, we’ll never have to. Nice as it is to know someone’s around that could help, not needing it in the first place tends to be the better option, right?” Like sure, he was clumsy as hell sometimes and something was definitely going to end up broken eventually. But, with a little luck, it wouldn’t be something expensive and he wouldn’t need to bug Dante about it. “And that’s...definitely part of it.” At least, Marcus assumed it was. Very rarely did anyone actually tell him if they had a problem with him or how he handled things. Him overhearing didn’t really count. “And may be on them, but from the look on your face, I’m guessing you’ve dealt with plenty of the type. And they just make everything a pain in the ass to work around.”
Marcus blinked slightly, before glancing at the flowers. He hadn’t really…forgotten they were there (bright orange and yellow and pink out of the corner of his eyes was kind of hard to miss), but they had kind of...faded to the back of his mind. They were probably heavy for most, but he hadn’t noticed beyond situating them on his hip. Whoops. “Oh, right, that’s...definitely a thing I should do, huh?” He grinned, sheepishly, free hand dragging through his hair. “And that’s...I’m definitely gonna take you up on that. And if you run into anything, I’m up in 320,” just high enough that he didn’t feel too bad about leaving his window open some nights, “Hours are weird, but if I’m not at work, I’m probably around.” His grin brightened slightly as he stepped around to head that way, “It was nice to meet you, Dante.”