At that frustrated noise, Rowan can't help but stroke his arm softly, unable to resist giving him physical comfort. They do resist leaning forward to kiss his shoulder, though, watching him as he speaks.
And, well, all of that tracks. They can't really blame Lilith, because they were on edge, ready to launch themself at Mark if he made one wrong move when he first showed up, and they know that she has that thing about magic that they don't really understand. And she would have made sure it wasn't Max before she attacked, right? Mark and Max look similar, but it's pretty obvious they aren't, if you pay attention.
"Poor Mark. He don't never get a chance to stick around, does he?" They comment, shaking their head lightly. Between one thing and another... They run their fingers along Max's arm again, until they reach his hand, where they lace their fingers together, squeezing gently. "What happened then?"
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Date: 2021-05-08 09:04 pm (UTC)And, well, all of that tracks. They can't really blame Lilith, because they were on edge, ready to launch themself at Mark if he made one wrong move when he first showed up, and they know that she has that thing about magic that they don't really understand. And she would have made sure it wasn't Max before she attacked, right? Mark and Max look similar, but it's pretty obvious they aren't, if you pay attention.
"Poor Mark. He don't never get a chance to stick around, does he?" They comment, shaking their head lightly. Between one thing and another... They run their fingers along Max's arm again, until they reach his hand, where they lace their fingers together, squeezing gently. "What happened then?"