He just needed something to do with his hands so he wouldnโt touch the blue pen in his jeans pocket, that cursed object that weighed more than his five years in New York.
Oh my god, Marc is so brave but I can see him crumbling under this sterile pressure! That blue pen feels like an anchor dragging him down. Please tell me he gets to have a moment where he doesn't have to fight the urge to touch it soon? ๐ญ
