I know. [They both know; Fiddleford knows she's too powerful, Marco knows Fiddleford is a genius and an unexpectedly destructive one at that. He's seen the schematics.]
I remember people talking about... her heart... [He shakes his head and the rest of the sentence dies in his throat, because he doesn't know how to finish it. That's all he remembers.
His head hurts and he's tempted to rest it on Fiddleford's shoulder. He'd better not. Things got awkward enough last time.]
W-We'll find a way. We will show her... We'll show her...
[His hands slowly, slowly relax against Marco's back and he lets out a long breath. For a long, long moment he's quiet, just breathing, trying to get himself under control and swallow back the angry heat behind his eyes. He's run the gamut through an awful lot of emotions just now and eventually it evens out into just feeling exhausted.]
Would you mind stayin' with me a bit? I don't... I don't particularly want to be alone right now. If I'm alone there'll be nothin' to stop me thinkin' about it.
[Marco has to hold back a dry, tired laugh. That's a feeling he's intimately familiar with.]
I'll stay as long as you want me to.
[As long as he wants him to, as close as he wants him to. Marco knows there's no chance his feelings will ever be reciprocated, and he does sincerely hope he gets over them soon.
But regardless of that, he just wants to do whatever he can for Fiddleford.]
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I remember people talking about... her heart... [He shakes his head and the rest of the sentence dies in his throat, because he doesn't know how to finish it. That's all he remembers.
His head hurts and he's tempted to rest it on Fiddleford's shoulder. He'd better not. Things got awkward enough last time.]
W-We'll find a way. We will show her... We'll show her...
... You know.
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[His hands slowly, slowly relax against Marco's back and he lets out a long breath. For a long, long moment he's quiet, just breathing, trying to get himself under control and swallow back the angry heat behind his eyes. He's run the gamut through an awful lot of emotions just now and eventually it evens out into just feeling exhausted.]
Would you mind stayin' with me a bit? I don't... I don't particularly want to be alone right now. If I'm alone there'll be nothin' to stop me thinkin' about it.
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I'll stay as long as you want me to.
[As long as he wants him to, as close as he wants him to. Marco knows there's no chance his feelings will ever be reciprocated, and he does sincerely hope he gets over them soon.
But regardless of that, he just wants to do whatever he can for Fiddleford.]