[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed softly at the two, unable to help it. When Marc held a hand out he took it, grimacing at he stood. "Damn.." He mumbled under his breath, fingers absently lacing through Marc's own again.

He headig out the door after Shaun, squeezed Marc's hand reasurringly.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc slung his bag over his shoulder, following behind Tony.

"Don't come back, either." He heard his father say, and he shrugged.

"I'll get Shaun to bring me my shit. I'm not planning on coming back. I'm a faggot, deal with it." He said, slamming the door shut behind him. He slid into the driver's seat of the car, tossing his bag in the back with Shaun.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony glared at the male as they passed, flipped him off with his free hand. Once outside he bit his lip. "I'm sorry Marc.." He mumbled, kissing the side of his head before going around to the other side and climbing into the passenger seat.

He stared out the window quietly, reached out and touched Marc's leg after a moment.

[marcus owen foster]

"Don't worry about it." He said quietly, looking back at Shaun. She looked confused. He felt Tony's hand on his leg, and took it in his after he put the car into gear. He pulled out of the driveway, driving to Shawn's house. He saw an orange haired girl, and a blonde boy outside playing something. He told Shaun bye after she leaned up and kissed them both. Then he started back the way he came.

"Tell me where we're going." He said, letting go of his hand to rest it on his leg.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony watched as they pulled up to the house, Tyler and some girl messing around outside. Running a hand through his hair, he kept silent until Marc asked fir directions.

In a hushed voice he gave them, thumb brushing over Marc's jeans, eyes fixed outside.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc followed his directions, rubbing his leg occasionally. He didn't know why he did. Maybe to prove to himself Tony was still there. He pulled onto the side of the road in front of the house, grabbing his bag out the back. He squeezed his leg gently, then got out the car, putting his keys in his pocket.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony texted their mother, telling her what had happened and that Marc would be staying with them at least for tonight. She said she wouldn't be home until later and that she was sorry to hear it.

He smiled faintly. "You'll like them," He murmured reasurringly as he got out. He did, he supposed. But never would she be anything to him like his actual mother had been. No, just a safe adult figure to go to.

Heading for the door, taking up Marc's hand, he found it unlocked and led him inside, then towards the hall so he could put his things in his room.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc followed him quietly, chewing on his lip. He squeezed Tony's hand gently, unable to feel the pain in it anymore. He sat down on the floor, and opened up his bag. He rummaged through it before pulling out a small box. He sifted through it, pulling out his lip ring. He slipped it into his lip, then sat his bag aside, looking up at Tony. "-can come sit in my lap, if you wanna." He said quietly.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony watched him quietly as he went about this, then stepped towards him and climbed into his lap like a hild might. He sighed, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Everything's gonna be okay now Marc. You don't need him, you still got your brothers and sister who care." He rubbed at his chest gently, nestled close. "And you can stay here 'long as you want."
Blue eyes glanced around the rather plain room for a moment. "My-...Zo's mom is human, but she knows 'bout all the other stuff..." He worked his jaw some, felt different around Marc when they were by themselves then back in that house with the others. Like...he only carried the sent and act of the werewolf species. Something felt more off though, and he didn't dare bring it up, hummed softly.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc ran his hand gently across his legs, closing his eyes for a moment. He took in a shaky breath, not used to his unfamiliar surroundings. But unlike his brothers and sister, he couldn't sense if anyone else was there. And before long, the smell of werewolf would probably wear off.

"You okay?" He asked, looking down at him. He stroked his cheek gently, the action awkward because of his bandaged hand. "You seem tense. Something wrong?"