[ Sitting with that for a moment, Marcus considers him. Makes order of his own feelings, which are potentially too mild in this moment to be of any use. Sympathy, a sharp burr of how what Jude has to say is familiar. Concern, for a person he cares about.
Well, all the same. He turns out a hand, palm up. An offering. ]
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Well, all the same. He turns out a hand, palm up. An offering. ]
Here.