Marshall's arms wrap around Klavier and pull the blond against him, rubbing his back "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me..."
He leans into the embrace, hiding his face at Marshall’s shoulder. He has not wanted to bother his friend, which is why he has not reached out to him.
But Marshall came to him by himself. He remembered and now he’s here, right at his side.
It’s fine, Marsh. Don’t fret it.












