"No, It'd be easy to lift you. But I don't expect you to make it easy to even do that. Much easier on us all to just stay right where we are." Not that it wouldn't be a -fun- experience to him. Just to see here grab hold of every little thing like someone that didn't want to leave the fun party that had been helping in the area. He also didn't want to place the idea that she didn't have the right to be upset or even a bit unruly given the circumstances. Personally, he wasn't sure how he'd react himself in that kind of position - putting all that effort into moving on in more than one way. Marcus could only hypothesis that she must have felt as if she were set back entirely, as if it none of what she'd had accomplished had mattered even though she went through and triumphed above it.
As much as he hated the punch himself, he understood that necessity behind it. It had been the same stinging punches he'd received when his mother pressed her way into his life again. From Gem, Sibylla, Ikedi, even Lot - the sting, it always hurt. But it was one of those necessary whacks that helped to juggle up the mind, to push the desire to see whatever injustice righted in some fashion or another. And from Marcus' perspective, while Frankie may not have cared enough to be in their lives, He did. They'd been such a major part to it that he couldn't conceive letting them go without fighting for that privilege, it wasn't a right to him. He didn't deserve it but he would work hard to earn it.
Of course, he wasn't sure how to take that line in stride. At this point he felt as if he were the 'other man', that she'd been doing her own dirt and had found her significant other cheating on her and wanted to flip the script. This must have been what it had been like to see someone fight against the past itself, what it might have been to see his own struggles in a way. The edge of his fang bit against the lower lining of his lip and punctured it in frustration, not to mention that hearing her words and his own suggestion of moving it - he wasn't sure now if that had been the proper step at all.
Just as he'd been contemplating how to react, to respond without feeling as if he were wounded by the idea itself he found a sudden weight start to collide on to of him. "What the. . .-!" It had been a suddenness and he could only prepare himself by changing the position on how he'd been sitting himself in a slight motion, the woman clinging to him as if for dear life itself. His hand weaved through her hair gently and peered down towards her. "You don't need to hold back, you can let it out. . . And you don't have to answer that question right now." This had been the moment that he needed to fix what he'd assumed was a bad suggestion given the fallout of it. "Take all the time you need, cause I'll be here regardless."
Marcus meant every bit of what he'd said before, she was being a bitchy-mess, but she'd been his and he hadn't intended to let her forget about that particular fact. In this moment or going forward. "Besides, do you think you can escape Layla. . .? That woman would pop out of no where like some kind of noire detective. It's creepy, I'm telling you." His thumb coursed along her cheek loving, a caring stroke. "And you still owe me some sunglasses, those were just so expensive. Then again. . . Meeting you and Gabby definitely was much better. A win in my book."