the sun goes down like a photograph
Marcus' hand relaxed in his mothers and he tugged at her gently, turning to lead her towards the kitchen proper, and out of the entryway of their home. When she started, he followed Cordelia closely, hovering around her like a little fly with little else to do. "Do you need...help?" Marcus asked, blinking a few times as his sentence paused as he thought of the correct word. He didn't notice the headache from the rapid growth of information within him because it was shadowed by the hunger that bubbled in his belly and grabbed at his bones. "I think I can help." He said again, lifting his chin to beam a very-Noah-like smile to the One Shot as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her stomach.
you try to stop time in the aftermath
