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Marcus laughed and the sides of his lips twitched upwards slightly. "No reason," He answered, just standing there for a few moments. Honestly, he longed for a human touch, and not in the murderous way. He wanted, no, needed somebody for his own. Maybe even somebody to love. As these thoughts crossed Marcus's mind his entire body language and facial expression changed. His eyes were now soft, vulnerable even and he looked to be frowning in sadness. And instead of that cocky way that he carried himself there was only one way to describe it now: weak. In this one moment most of his walls had come down, but just for awhile. Slowly reaching out a shaking hand towards Lysander, he quickly pulled away in fear that he'd hurt him. Whipping around and taking a bite out of his apple the male went back to normal. A permanent smirk with guarded eyes and a smug-like body language. "Yeah, I know. My mother gave it to me," He added as he took a seat on the little couch.[/size]