[Seeing Phil curl in on himself like that is like a knife in the gut, and Marcus utters a quiet curse at himself under his breath. How can he tell him to stop making that face when he's the very reason Phil is making it in the first place?]
... look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
[Except for the part where he kind of did. He can't look Phil in the eye after that; turning away, he rests his arm against the wall and then leans his forehead against that while he focuses on taking a few deep breaths.
He hates this-- everything about this.]
I just...
[He doesn't know, honestly. He barely even feels like himself right now, stripped of his strength, his link to Phil, and everything he's come to take for granted.
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... look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
[Except for the part where he kind of did. He can't look Phil in the eye after that; turning away, he rests his arm against the wall and then leans his forehead against that while he focuses on taking a few deep breaths.
He hates this-- everything about this.]
I just...
[He doesn't know, honestly. He barely even feels like himself right now, stripped of his strength, his link to Phil, and everything he's come to take for granted.
They both really are a mess.]