"Yeah, yeah, you<span style="font-style: italic">say</span>that. But hey," Marcus started, grinning down at her. "We actually have something in common now. Maybe we can plot to kill her while you're being mad at me."<br/><br/>The masses of haunted faces rushed past him as soon as the door to the barracks was open and the beds appeared to them. Marcus watched in a small state of awe as survivors hid themselves beneath the blankets, buried their heads into the pillows. He'd always thought that he had it rough, but at the end of the day at least Lex and Marcus still had their beds after the world went to shit. Some of these people looked like they hadn't seen beds in forever. Russell took command of the situation so easily, issuing directions and instructions so fluidly.<br/><br/>Marcus shifted from side to side in lieu of anything better to do while he watched other people intrude on their space. Some of them looked at he and Blue awkwardly, only to look away as soon as they would return the look. He was almost grateful for the sound of the barracks door pushing open again.<span style="font-style: italic">Almost</span>, in that he was definitely not grateful to glance down and see his brother's fingers intertwined with Jenessa's. Lex walked behind her by a good step, letting her drag him along, with his head dipped a little lower, like he was ashamed.<span style="font-style: italic">And he fucking should be,</span>Marcus thought to himself. "Good of you to join us," he said, as if they'd been waiting here for forever when the'd really only just arrived.<br/><br/>"...Yeah," Lex just agreed, having immediately given up on saying anything in his defense.