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“Yeah well Ami no offense but not everyone can pull off ice princess who actually cares but tries not to show it.” Huff puff, Marcus was full of kind words today. “And what day off? Portals down, we’re all on high duty for those of us not trainee ranked. They only sent me home because I was quote, ‘depressing’. ‘S not my fault that the extended care unit is depressing.” It actually wasn’t. Usually. Usually it was just grumpy. “The whole unit needs a freaking make over.” He said with a undignified snort.

“Dunno about switching weapons. Problem then would be that it implies Dis would have to give me up. Fat chance on that one. And yeah.” Arm waved in the air, the moon hunter motioned to the kitchen. “My lab is a kitchen thank you. Plus I can’t deal with your guy’s inner division politics. Just- pissing matches. The worst pissing matches we have in moon is when we decide to try to build better than what’s their face. End result is you get two really good walls and one guy just buys the other lunch.”

Head rolling to look at Ami, the moon considered what he was saying. “Labs are supposed to be finished by now. We had them scheduled for final detail work last week, unless someone blew something up again in which case it gives us an excuse to not do more repairs for the suns.” Daily repairs. “Portals are cross class and actually require more of your division then mine. Security… varies. Cass was doing her work for the mists, but if they cross check with us moons I guess it’d be worth looking into.” He ignored the comment about Dis.

Avoidance at it’s best.
“It’s okay. I’m not the best person to be around right now so, the fact you’ve put up with this much? Eh.”

He felt like a bucket of problems. Or at least like a bucket of uselessness. “Things happen for a reason. It’s called bad choices and mistakes. Or, on rare occasion, luck. Less a load of s**t, more just lacking.” He shrugged into the couch. “But making friends Ami? With living persons and not books?” He smirked a her, a small part of him teasing, brought out of his self pity party.

“And I’m familiar. Sadly my creative juices are rather lacking. They also forgot the third most powerful warrior. Fear.” He motioned to the empty house. “I didn’t build this place for one person. I made it for two.” Hand fell, the moon was back into his pity party as silence reigned. “I dunno.” He looked at her. “It’s a loaded question coming from you. So, let me rephrase it for you, do I consider myself your friend? Yes. Close? That’s objective. I like to think I am, but the reality is that it’s up to you. Outside of you? Much the same. I consider people friends, if they consider me the same is up to them. Closeness is objective to who’s asking and how the other party feels. And I can’t read minds.”

Marcus smirked. “So, you are friends with them… or getting there. That’s good. I worry with your quiet nature.” It was said with a light jest. Ami was a hard nut to crack, but, he suspected she just didn’t like to talk about herself normally. Too bad, he put her on the spot half the time. “And don’t make that face with me. I’m the one who gets to mope today. Not you. Only on party pooper in my house at a time. And my house? I get to mope all I damn well please.” More light teasing in his tone.

As Ami expounded on the nature of their relationship, Marcus sank further into the cushions.
He was practically fusing with them.
“That’s kind of how friends work Ami. You get them and you don’t realize it until you ask. You don’t assume but at some point, you figure it out, and you just know. I don’t assume I’m close with you because you’re not the type of person who I can just assume things with. I push yeah, but I’m not about to assume I’m a close friend when I know you genuinely don’t open up without wanting to. Where as with Dakota? I trusted him with helping me pick out a wedding ring.”

He smiled a bit. “I trust you, but not in the same way. I trust you as Ami, defensive, tactical, sleep deprived and all.” He rolled his head at her. “You ARE sleeping right?” Leave it to him to bring it up.

He snorted. "Then I'll need to get him a gold star. Any one who can help send you back to bed well." He gave her a look. "You are too much a workaholic. It's okay to rest Ami. No one is going to remove you. Didn't we go over this?"

Marcus was sure they had.

"You came out here Ami, because of me. I guess if I had to say it? We're friends, and I'm glad for it. I fuss over you because I worry, and you fuss because I fuss. All in all I'd say... You're opening up to me, and it's nice to see you trusting me with as much as you do."

His smile was relaxed. "Feeling a bit better at any rate."

He listened to and watched her struggle to find the right words. Ami was trying, that much was apparent, and he could appreciate the effort she was making. Feelings were hard enough to get her to share, and this much? It was like a feelings from Ami Christmas.

"You don't need to thank me for friendship Ami. It's not a gift, so sadly, you can't go and try to exchange it. It's just... A thing. But, you're welcome. And..." Blue eye peered at her shifting stance, worry filling his expression. "What you need?" So long as it wasn't a test subject he was good.

She... Slapped... Marcus snorted as she acted like that was somehow a bad thing. While Marcus didn't know much about him, Lex struck Marcus as a slightly less crude Dakota. "Well I'm sure he deserved it. You're not one to go around slapping men at random after all. But sure. I'll go check up on him. Probably just has a bruised ego like most men."

The moon hunter smiled a bit at Ami's fretting. "Hmmm I'll try to see her in event. She's probably just like me. Moping." He frowned. "I hope not too much." Marcus's internal fret over Cass sense was kicking up again.

He missed her more than he should.