“thought you’d be sleeping.”
a glance at the clock tells him that it’s far too late for anybody to be awake, anyway; and after what he assumes must have been an exhausting day with the kids, he’s surprised she didn’t fall asleep as early as they did. still, he’s grateful for the company. the worst thing about working late is coming in at some ungodly hour and feeling all alone in the world.
marcus nudges another chair out from under the kitchen table with his foot, a tired invitation for jo to come and sit with him, and sips at his drink. it’s water. (he wishes it wasn’t.)
“feel like i haven’t seen you in days.” he always feels like that when work gets too much. “are you okay? how’re you doing?”