"I wanted to." He wants to do nice things for Steven. Give nice things to Steven. The fish won't be too much more work since he already has Gus II and Gus III - and all the fish Marc got are the kind to keep the tank clean, so it might even mean less cleaning up. Otherwise he'll have to go looking for some rare books or something, and that feels so much more subjective. Not to mention, the number of weeks it would take to get something like that in.
And, you know, that's kind of Marc's hillstream loach in there now, whether or not he would admit to liking that little guy. It's just a little bit of Marc in Steven's flat. Steven's been really good about taking Marc's stuff in, even though it might have been borne out of worry that he'll go back to the storage unit and lock himself in there. But shoving those same few shirts he cycles through in their closet and finding a good hiding spot for his bag of ill-gotten gains is not the same as the loach, out in full view, hovering across the fish tank floor.
Marc does seriously think about taking the drink in. But then he relents, taking another big gulp that makes his eyes sting before setting the glass down. It would look bad - not that that kind of thought has ever crossed his mind before. But they can always come back to finish it later. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it over his shoulder carelessly, padding over to the bathroom. They pass the mirror they used to argue with each other through and straight into the shower.
He's kind of relieved they don't argue anymore. He has an unending amount of patience when it comes to Steven (and no one else), but he was getting tired of the fighting and the bickering and the trying to negotiate to get the body for a few minutes, especially when they were in danger.
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And, you know, that's kind of Marc's hillstream loach in there now, whether or not he would admit to liking that little guy. It's just a little bit of Marc in Steven's flat. Steven's been really good about taking Marc's stuff in, even though it might have been borne out of worry that he'll go back to the storage unit and lock himself in there. But shoving those same few shirts he cycles through in their closet and finding a good hiding spot for his bag of ill-gotten gains is not the same as the loach, out in full view, hovering across the fish tank floor.
Marc does seriously think about taking the drink in. But then he relents, taking another big gulp that makes his eyes sting before setting the glass down. It would look bad - not that that kind of thought has ever crossed his mind before. But they can always come back to finish it later. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it over his shoulder carelessly, padding over to the bathroom. They pass the mirror they used to argue with each other through and straight into the shower.
He's kind of relieved they don't argue anymore. He has an unending amount of patience when it comes to Steven (and no one else), but he was getting tired of the fighting and the bickering and the trying to negotiate to get the body for a few minutes, especially when they were in danger.