( marc doesn't celebrate christmas, doesn't really do gift-giving in general — not because he's stingy, but because he's not very good at it. because he doesn't often have people in his life that he's able to get gifts for.
at one point, of course, there'd been marlene and there'd been frenchie — and nedda and samuels, and crawley and gena and her kids. he — and steven and jake — had given them all gifts at various points, different things depending on what seemed and felt appropriate at the time, depending on how marc or steven or jake had felt.
it's been a while now, since marc's had anyone to get gifts for. been a while, too, since he's felt the need to give anything. evidently, the city feels as if something ought to change.
when marc finds himself with the sensation, the feeling that he ought to do something for someone, he tries to ignore it. (he's marc spector, of course he's going to try and ignore it—.) it doesn't work — if anything, the sensation grows, it deepens, and marc simultaneously finds himself hating it and being unable to think of anything else.
so he sends a message, a short, simple text message.
(fortunately for quentin, perhaps, marc doesn't know where he lives. he could find it out, of course he could, but that'd be weird, and marc's trying not to be quite as HOLY SHIT ARE YOU OKAY AS A PERSON as he generally tends toward. )
Quentin.
( although at some point, marc messaging quentin, or quentin messaging marc is going to become a SIGN of something WEIRD being afoot. )
Happy holidays.
( does quentin know he's jewish? he — of course — has never said, but there's a part of him that thinks, that wonders if the other steven hadn't mentioned it, given everything marc's been able to pick up, been able to wrench from between unspoken utterances and admissions.
still—
"I feel like I need—". no. "I have something—." absolutely fucking not. "a gift—". hahaha. )
[Okay this is fine. He can handle this. Honestly like, literally no interaction they can ever have from this point forward could be worse than what's already happened.]
I'm at home. Up public housing. Theoretically going to work soon though, why?
( eliot again. did marc ever ask who eliot was? who knows! too late now, it'd be weird—.
there's about two seconds where marc considers, just briefly, of attempting an explanation and then decides 'no' — which means he completely ignores and abandons the direction he'd half-started to lead the conversation in, and opts to go back to his original question (and quentin's answer). )
[Quentin actually feels like he's doing okay at Not Making This Weird. Gold star!]
[In pursuit of maintaining that, he's gonna choose to be in his own space where he's comfortable. Not that the Neptune isn't a space where he's comfortable, but there's people around and it's a space where he feels like he has to perform. Home is just...home.]
( the question goes unanswered in lieu of marc deciding to make his way over to the public housing. he could do his usual MARC SPECTOR thing of (attempting to) enter by the window before—
—mm, quentin would probably not appreciate that. )
Floor + #.
( or: marc has FEELINGS and that is absolutely the furthest thing from okay, thanks, but— )
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at one point, of course, there'd been marlene and there'd been frenchie — and nedda and samuels, and crawley and gena and her kids. he — and steven and jake — had given them all gifts at various points, different things depending on what seemed and felt appropriate at the time, depending on how marc or steven or jake had felt.
it's been a while now, since marc's had anyone to get gifts for. been a while, too, since he's felt the need to give anything. evidently, the city feels as if something ought to change.
when marc finds himself with the sensation, the feeling that he ought to do something for someone, he tries to ignore it. (he's marc spector, of course he's going to try and ignore it—.) it doesn't work — if anything, the sensation grows, it deepens, and marc simultaneously finds himself hating it and being unable to think of anything else.
so he sends a message, a short, simple text message.
(fortunately for quentin, perhaps, marc doesn't know where he lives. he could find it out, of course he could, but that'd be weird, and marc's trying not to be quite as HOLY SHIT ARE YOU OKAY AS A PERSON as he generally tends toward. )
Quentin.
( although at some point, marc messaging quentin, or quentin messaging marc is going to become a SIGN of something WEIRD being afoot. )
Happy holidays.
( does quentin know he's jewish? he — of course — has never said, but there's a part of him that thinks, that wonders if the other steven hadn't mentioned it, given everything marc's been able to pick up, been able to wrench from between unspoken utterances and admissions.
still—
"I feel like I need—".
no.
"I have something—."
absolutely fucking not.
"a gift—".
hahaha. )
Where are you?
( perfect. )
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[Okay this is fine. He can handle this. Honestly like, literally no interaction they can ever have from this point forward could be worse than what's already happened.]
I'm at home. Up public housing. Theoretically going to work soon though, why?
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( followed by about ten minutes of
Apparently it's the season of giving.
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Technically Eliot owns it but like it's mine
Anyway yeah I guess so
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there's about two seconds where marc considers, just briefly, of attempting an explanation and then decides 'no' — which means he completely ignores and abandons the direction he'd half-started to lead the conversation in, and opts to go back to his original question (and quentin's answer). )
Work or home? Twenty minutes.
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[In pursuit of maintaining that, he's gonna choose to be in his own space where he's comfortable. Not that the Neptune isn't a space where he's comfortable, but there's people around and it's a space where he feels like he has to perform. Home is just...home.]
Home. Is everything okay?
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—mm, quentin would probably not appreciate that. )
Floor + #.
( or: marc has FEELINGS and that is absolutely the furthest thing from okay, thanks, but— )
The world hasn't ended yet, so fine.
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25, 1
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