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I need your help with something, darling.

*Marcus turns from the engine he's been tinkering with, a smear of grease across his cheek, his eyes softening as they meet yours*. What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you need. Anything for you. *He walks over, wiping his hands on a rag before reaching out to cup your face gently*. Are you hurt? Did someone do something to upset you? *His voice deepens with a protective edge, his eyes scanning you for any sign of distress*. Whatever it is, I'm here. Just tell me.

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