[ marcus doesn't have the patience to support billy's vindication, here even though he thinks he's right to feel that way. he had been dead certain that lin had nothing to do with duplicity, and the fear that he's been watching him these past couple of months has been sending marcus into a fucking spiral of paranoid self-examination; he's done a million things here lin wouldn't have approved of, and he can only imagine how awful things are going to be for him moving forward. if this is the start of his punishment for falling to temptation, or whatever - christ, he doesn't know what's in store for him.
marcus just lays there, hand on his stomach, while billy talks, inadvertently spiking marcus's fear when he confirms that he still believes this is a test. he flicks his eyes up just long enough to get a good look at billy's face, but he feels pale and sickly and doesn't want to be seen like that, so he rolls onto his side and puts his back to his friend. if he were in a better state of mind, and if he understood modern technology a little more, marcus would be able to think this through - there are bound to be personnel files on him in LIES' headquarters, and if an interested party wanted someone dead, getting their hands on those files during a city-wide security leak would probably be child's play. contacting an assassin-in-training to do their bidding only makes sense.
but marcus can't think clearly. doesn't even want to. he stays curled up on his side until billy asks him what'd they do, and that's when he sits up again, gripping the hang off of where he's sitting until his knuckles hurt. ]
Nothing! That's the thing! Dude's a sweetheart. He helped me out when I first got here - I was super fucked up on acid after Vegas, and he was the guy who talked me through it and kept me safe. He's been nothing but kind and funny and generous since I met him. I'd know if he did something to earn a spot on Lin's shitlist.
[ truthfully, he wouldn't know a thing about stiles' darkest secrets, if any of them actually existed; as much as marcus has imprinted on stiles, he's well aware that it's a pretty one-sided attraction so far. he's spent more time just thinking about stiles and wanting to get to know him better than he's spent actually talking to him, and the platonic saya vibes are humiliatingly strong. marcus chooses not to bring that up, instead only digging his heels in and trying to underline the point he wants to make out of some desperate hope that billy will know what to do. ]
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marcus just lays there, hand on his stomach, while billy talks, inadvertently spiking marcus's fear when he confirms that he still believes this is a test. he flicks his eyes up just long enough to get a good look at billy's face, but he feels pale and sickly and doesn't want to be seen like that, so he rolls onto his side and puts his back to his friend. if he were in a better state of mind, and if he understood modern technology a little more, marcus would be able to think this through - there are bound to be personnel files on him in LIES' headquarters, and if an interested party wanted someone dead, getting their hands on those files during a city-wide security leak would probably be child's play. contacting an assassin-in-training to do their bidding only makes sense.
but marcus can't think clearly. doesn't even want to. he stays curled up on his side until billy asks him what'd they do, and that's when he sits up again, gripping the hang off of where he's sitting until his knuckles hurt. ]
Nothing! That's the thing! Dude's a sweetheart. He helped me out when I first got here - I was super fucked up on acid after Vegas, and he was the guy who talked me through it and kept me safe. He's been nothing but kind and funny and generous since I met him. I'd know if he did something to earn a spot on Lin's shitlist.
[ truthfully, he wouldn't know a thing about stiles' darkest secrets, if any of them actually existed; as much as marcus has imprinted on stiles, he's well aware that it's a pretty one-sided attraction so far. he's spent more time just thinking about stiles and wanting to get to know him better than he's spent actually talking to him, and the platonic saya vibes are humiliatingly strong. marcus chooses not to bring that up, instead only digging his heels in and trying to underline the point he wants to make out of some desperate hope that billy will know what to do. ]
He's my friend. I don't want to hurt him.