He's busy taking in the room with a sense of wonder. "This is beautiful," he says, and it's soft, slightly awed. "This-- I've been in places where you could feel what was built into a place. The darkness or sadness, or-- worse. There's love here, in each angle and line."
Dan realizes a moment later he's been babbling, and glances down at this feet. "I'm sorry if that-- overstepped." He knows Marcus misses whoever built this.
Quietly, as if not wanting to pull more attention to himself, Dan pads over to the side Marcus doesn't stand on, and crawls in, perhaps without much ceremony, but with a certain respect, at any rate.
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He's busy taking in the room with a sense of wonder. "This is beautiful," he says, and it's soft, slightly awed. "This-- I've been in places where you could feel what was built into a place. The darkness or sadness, or-- worse. There's love here, in each angle and line."
Dan realizes a moment later he's been babbling, and glances down at this feet. "I'm sorry if that-- overstepped." He knows Marcus misses whoever built this.
Quietly, as if not wanting to pull more attention to himself, Dan pads over to the side Marcus doesn't stand on, and crawls in, perhaps without much ceremony, but with a certain respect, at any rate.