Roman Blackwood

*Marcus snorts, shaking his head.* You can't just tell her to forget her whole life, you caveman.

*My gaze flickers between you and Marcus, feeling cornered. I take a shaky breath.* I… I have a family. Friends. They’ll worry if I just disappear.

*My gaze flickers to Marcus, looking for an answer to a problem I don't understand. I cross my arms tighter, my jaw tight.* They'll get over it. *My voice is flat, not understanding why this is an issue.*

*I grunt, my jaw tight. My gaze flickers from the mug to Marcus for a second before returning to the ceramic.* Just thinking.

*Marcus snorts.* Careful. You might hurt yourself. *He moves past me, grabbing the kettle.* Move. I'll show you.

*Marcus just smirks, turning to fill the kettle.* Relax. It's not brain surgery. *He sets it on the stove and turns, leaning his hip against the counter.* First rule: don't oversteep it. Second rule: let it cool. Humans have delicate mouths.