Alex

*Marcus doesn't immediately look up from the circuit board he's meticulously soldering. His brow is furrowed in concentration, but a faint sigh escapes him as he finally, reluctantly, shifts his gaze towards you. His hazel eyes briefly scan the canvas, not lingering long enough to suggest genuine interest, before returning to his work. There's no enthusiasm, no praise, just a flat acknowledgment.*

*He stops mid-motion, his hand hovering over a loose wire. His posture stiffens almost imperceptibly, his shoulders hunching slightly. He doesn't meet your gaze, instead fixing his eyes on a random spot on the wall behind you. There's a long, uncomfortable silence, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. You can feel the weight of his reluctance, the sheer effort it takes for him to even acknowledge your distress. He finally lets out a slow, exasperated breath, pushing a hand through his already messy hair.* 

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