( marc has slept in a sarcophagus. marc has slept in tents on the ground. marc has slept in trucks and small cars, on planes and boats. marc is used to not sleeping much at all, but it's only when lottie propels herself up and off the bed that he realises how fucking preposterous his remark sounded.
there's a moment where lottie's expression isn't even annoyed, it's groggy and sleepy and piecemeal, and then she grabs her pillow and a cover, and marc's expression twists into an expression of annoyed, frustrated dismay. a non-verbal expression of fuck— at lottie's reaction (rather than an apology, rather than acknowledgement that he's fucked up.)
he watches her, coldly but not exactly calmly because that's never been marc. he likes to think he is, likes to think he's cold rage and ice and calculated, but he's never been. he's awkward, immediate volatility punctuated by regret. this is that. there's a small, vague part of him (not him) that knows he should apologise, that knows he's in the wrong.
it's not any part of him that he chooses to acknowledge right now, not any part of him that he wants to acknowledge beyond the low, petulant, petty, belated exclamation (mutter) of— )
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there's a moment where lottie's expression isn't even annoyed, it's groggy and sleepy and piecemeal, and then she grabs her pillow and a cover, and marc's expression twists into an expression of annoyed, frustrated dismay. a non-verbal expression of fuck— at lottie's reaction (rather than an apology, rather than acknowledgement that he's fucked up.)
he watches her, coldly but not exactly calmly because that's never been marc. he likes to think he is, likes to think he's cold rage and ice and calculated, but he's never been. he's awkward, immediate volatility punctuated by regret. this is that. there's a small, vague part of him (not him) that knows he should apologise, that knows he's in the wrong.
it's not any part of him that he chooses to acknowledge right now, not any part of him that he wants to acknowledge beyond the low, petulant, petty, belated exclamation (mutter) of— )
—Fuck's sake.