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Put simply, Marcus was in the middle of a panic attack, combined with having been more than deeply disturbed. Dis might have laughed at his 'suffering' at first but even the normally flippant weapon had begun to express concern as Marcus's replies on the message board became more and more volatile and erratic. The real panic for the weapon set in when Marcus began to go with it. The weapon was very much aware of his wielder's tastes and was 100% positive that when he started to give up something was very very wrong.

Marcus you need to stop, this is not good for ******** YOU DIS I WOULDN'T BE IN THIS MESS IF YOU DIDN'T EVEN EXIST
Marcus you need to calm. ******** YOU.
Marcus. No.

There was a yell, and a crash, his phone skidding across his floor . The knock on his door was answered by a very distraught looking Marcus, red in the face, expression angry. He didn't even wait before he dragged her into his room, slamming the door behind them. His hand on her wrist he just stood, unmoving, angry and very much not helping anything or anyone.

he was scowling, grabbing her hand and pulling it from his face. He didn't want her looking at him like that, like he was in pain or suffering or- He moved from her, He didn't want her touching him. Not when he was angry.
Marcus look at what you're doing.
Shut up Dis I don't need you chiding me- He pushed Cass at the bed, picking up his phone only to slam it back onto the desk. He'd pulled on Ofelia. ******** Perfect.
Marcus stop this right NOW you idiot. He ignored the vampire, moving only to take off his coat, flinging it to the chair.
MARCUS LOOK. His head snapped and he realized it a moment too late. Cass was on his bed, looking scared. Scared of HIM.
This is why I told you to stop you idiot. His expression fell suddenly like a crash, and he gingerly reached out to touch her hair, move it behind her ear. "Cass I-" He felt like an a*****e. He felt like such an a*****e right then.
"I'm sorry."

This is why you need control Marcus
God he felt- he didn't know what he felt. Guilt? Self loathing? Sadness? Anger? It was like someone had dropped a rock in his gut and it was sinking slowly inside of him. She was on the verge of tears and it was his fault. The one person in the world he never wanted to hurt and now-

She was on his bed, huddled as far from his as possible, tears ready to fall. "Cass- what-" What was she thinking? That he was angry with her for coming over when he'd been- "s**t no Cass. No." Crawling on the bed to her he cupped her face in his hand. "Please don't cry Cass, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
This is why you need control
"I'm not mad at you I promise."

God he had scared her and that- that hit him harder then he'd expected. Closing his eyes he pressed his forehead to her's slowing pulling her out from the corner to lay in his arms. He wanted to hold her. To just know she was there. "...I'm sorry Cass." Kissing her head he took a deep breath and let it out. He'd ******** up again.

"I never want to hurt you Cass. Never. You're- you're the one person that if I hurt I'd never forgive myself. I'm sorry you- you had to deal with me like that." She'd been thinking on twitter he didn't like her and now- god he must have messed up somewhere. "Are you..okay?" he wanted to make sure she wasn't scared anymore, wasn't close to tears any more. "I didn't mean to get so upset at the messages. They just- got under my skin. I wasn't expecting Julie to do that."

Hands ran to her sides, to the places he knew relaxed her, to what helped him calm down. She calmed him down and by just being in his arms, he felt his anger floating away. "It's a small island." He heard himself say. "Things happen." There wasn't a whole lot to be comforted by.

Still he laid back, taking her with him, closing his eyes briefly to think about happier things, like the date he had planned... provided she wanted to go. "You don't-" he hesitated in asking, "think I am like that do you?" He shifted under her. "That I'm gay for Dakota?"

His bed was smaller with the two, but when she was in his arms, he didn't mind, in fact, he often didn't care. He was okay with shoving himself against the wall, or, walking up a little stiff. He never cared about those thing, mostly since he got to wake up with her.

She was in his arms still. She was laying down with him, and letting him blabber. A small squeeze came out and he held her just a bit tighter. "I didn't...pose naked." He sounded gruff, red tinging his face. "She just made us take off out shirts and coats is all." And stand around for a bit while she drew that..thing.

"....Is it bad I want to just go out there and kiss you in front of them? I don't have any reason to but augh-" He groaned. "I hate this feeling Cass. I hate it."

Julie might have been watching gay porn but Marcus was trying to block that out. It explained the a** though. And possibly other things. "There were pants when were stuck in her room. Shirtlessness, but pants were very much ON. I only take my pants off for one girl and that is you." Which was 100% true really. He didn't think he'd be able to deal with having to strip....that much. Ever.

Allan had basically gotten him furthest if anything but that was for a different mental break down.

"And really?" He asked before trying to kiss her a bit longer. "Yeah well. I'm a stud and I'm your stud." His hands might have gone south to one of his favorite places. "And I just want to kiss you because I'm greedy and selfish and I love you."