[ The incredibly petty part of Lottie wants to say, 'You were acting like one about me saying you don't have to put your shoes on?! What do you expect me to say?' but the fight dies down when he cuts himself off. As curious as she is to know what he was going to say, she won't press him on it now (because boy, that expression, it's refreshing to see Marc visibly think in the same way she does). No, she'll do it when she gets home from the safety of her bed.
Her eyes, eventually make their way to her car β a white honda civic, pointedly parked away from where she put her pickup spot, her lips curl down vaguely pissed β right as his hand eases down. Her gaze sidles over to him, her own face giving away that she's thinkingβ
(Oh, man, she has the opportunity to do the funniest thing and say bye dad but she won't. He'd be so pissy at her and it'd be kinda worth it but she won't!! But she could? But she won't!!)
βbut then it settles, as she shuffles her weight between her feet and inhales. ]
..That is my car. [ A beat, before she scratches at her neck, ] Thanks, again, for paying. I'll text you when I get home?
Don't worry about it. (it's fine, he means, and it takes him only a second to realise it's not clear if he means 'don't worry about him paying' or ;don't worry about texting', and hurriedly— )
You came out here, ( he adds, attention returning to the car parked across the road, the one that lottie was so thoroughly displeased by. he can only guess why, but he imagines it's because the car is not parked outside the mission; and he imagines it's not parked outside the mission because it's the mission. it's not a comforting building in and of itself, made less so by the fact that it quote-unquote was rebuilt over night.
(and by the fact that whilst marc has decided this area of new york is HIS, and whilst there are a large number of his neighbours that do seem to appreciate the work he does — even if it comes with a side of 'crescent moons spray painted on the side of buildings' — there are others that are less than impressed with the attention marc draws.) )
[ It is definitely because she put the direct pick up spot in front of the Mission, and one can only guess the reason why she'd be there (definitely not to salvage a friendship on the rocks, that's for sureβ which can be her own fun little secret, now that she thinks about it?). She doesn't disagree with him, though, she was the one who came out here, so it's nice that he's returning the favor, in a way. Expressing his gratitude, in his own way.
And clarifying what he means, for her sake, because she, too, got a little confused on what she wasn't supposed to worry about. She smiles the tiniest bit, gives a light nod of her head while her hands.. Well, they're going to stay in her pockets, because she's not sure if they should hug or handshake or.. Do something atypical for them? Just because it's been an emotional night?? ]
Okay, cool. Seeya?
[ And because she isn't sure, she just playfully bumps her shoulder into his as she passes, looks both ways before crossing the street andβ gets into that uber. Not before waving to him, though, as the car takes off back to her place.
( he's still awake when she gets home because in spite of his internal musings on 'feeling awful' and 'god, SO TIRED', marc is still marc and refuses to do anything that might be good for him as a person.
he doesn't quite leave her on read (is tempted), and instead sends her a solitary— )
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Her eyes, eventually make their way to her car β a white honda civic, pointedly parked away from where she put her pickup spot, her lips curl down vaguely pissed β right as his hand eases down. Her gaze sidles over to him, her own face giving away that she's thinkingβ
(Oh, man, she has the opportunity to do the funniest thing and say bye dad but she won't. He'd be so pissy at her and it'd be kinda worth it but she won't!! But she could? But she won't!!)
βbut then it settles, as she shuffles her weight between her feet and inhales. ]
..That is my car. [ A beat, before she scratches at her neck, ] Thanks, again, for paying. I'll text you when I get home?
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You came out here, ( he adds, attention returning to the car parked across the road, the one that lottie was so thoroughly displeased by. he can only guess why, but he imagines it's because the car is not parked outside the mission; and he imagines it's not parked outside the mission because it's the mission. it's not a comforting building in and of itself, made less so by the fact that it quote-unquote was rebuilt over night.
(and by the fact that whilst marc has decided this area of new york is HIS, and whilst there are a large number of his neighbours that do seem to appreciate the work he does — even if it comes with a side of 'crescent moons spray painted on the side of buildings' — there are others that are less than impressed with the attention marc draws.) )
Please do.
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And clarifying what he means, for her sake, because she, too, got a little confused on what she wasn't supposed to worry about. She smiles the tiniest bit, gives a light nod of her head while her hands.. Well, they're going to stay in her pockets, because she's not sure if they should hug or handshake or.. Do something atypical for them? Just because it's been an emotional night?? ]
Okay, cool. Seeya?
[ And because she isn't sure, she just playfully bumps her shoulder into his as she passes, looks both ways before crossing the street andβ gets into that uber. Not before waving to him, though, as the car takes off back to her place.
Approximately thirty minutes later, he'll get: ]
homee
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he doesn't quite leave her on read (is tempted), and instead sends her a solitary— )
π
( reconsidered a fraction later— )
Good night.
( "go to bed." )
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u first
[ Followed by: ]
gn!!!