(it's complicated is not quite the truth of it, but explaining requires going into more details than marc's inclined towards, and so her remark earns a look. it's level, not especially irritated, but it is punctuated by a brief twitch of his lips, consideration evident before settling into watchfulness as she unpacks her bag. he almost points out that he has mugs — a whole two! — she didn't need to bring them, but evidently mugs are different to teacups and so the remark hangs unsaid, albeit briefly visible in his expression.
instead, he turns to the small fridge in one corner of the room. it's poorly stocked by almost all metrics, but water is one of the few items marc has in near-abundance. he grabs one and holds it out to her.
it's at length, belated when he says, ) With everything you know about Marc Spector, how comfortable would you be going to him for anything that requires a delicate touch? ( it's blunt, a little pointed, and wanda will discover that marc is greatly serious about a great many things. humour's the rarity, infrequent and often difficult to discern, while answering things is also not a skill he has in spades, not in the way that most people expect answers. he tends towards circular, to answers that make sense to his internal logic and little else.
still.
his attention turns to the krofne almost immediately, as if that's the end of it for him, too. ) They look like, (sufganiyot, is what he almost says, the comment slipping out in spite of himself, gentle surprise evident in his tone and the abrupt way he pauses before, ) Something my parents would make when I was a kid. ( barely a beat, a deliberate, conscious choice, and, ) Jelly?
no subject
instead, he turns to the small fridge in one corner of the room. it's poorly stocked by almost all metrics, but water is one of the few items marc has in near-abundance. he grabs one and holds it out to her.
it's at length, belated when he says, ) With everything you know about Marc Spector, how comfortable would you be going to him for anything that requires a delicate touch? ( it's blunt, a little pointed, and wanda will discover that marc is greatly serious about a great many things. humour's the rarity, infrequent and often difficult to discern, while answering things is also not a skill he has in spades, not in the way that most people expect answers. he tends towards circular, to answers that make sense to his internal logic and little else.
still.
his attention turns to the krofne almost immediately, as if that's the end of it for him, too. ) They look like, ( sufganiyot, is what he almost says, the comment slipping out in spite of himself, gentle surprise evident in his tone and the abrupt way he pauses before, ) Something my parents would make when I was a kid. ( barely a beat, a deliberate, conscious choice, and, ) Jelly?