The older male was largely wrapped up within his own thoughts about the disappointments of the days events. Not only was Marcus without any actual monetary gain due to the encounter with Frost Bolt, but now he was likely out of commission for a few days, at least, due to the injury to his arm. Which meant no immediate extra 'jobs' to make up for that lost money. Add onto this his 'doctors bill' and it really seemed like this was turning into a day where it may have proven best to not get out of bed that morning.<br/><br/>His grumping about was interrupted, however, by the sound of a familiar female voice greeting his entrance into their apartment building. Marcus gave a polite enough 'Hey there' toward Alexis, but hadn't exactly been interested in sharing small talk with one-half of the pesky neighbors who gave him a talking toward due to his personal choice in 'entertainment'. Such an option wasn't left on the table for long, though, as the blonde took notice of his injury and moved in closer while offering to help.<br/><br/>"Er, it's really not so bad. I can handle it well enough with one arm, so you needn't worry." He immediately explained; not feeling entirely comfortable at having her handling the bag carrying his uniform, nor needing the help at all due to his own enhanced strength. Not that the latter would pass as a reason for her to drop the subject. Not without giving away more about himself than he'd wanted, at least, as the young girl quickly took the bag out of his grasp in order to be a 'good neighbor'.<br/><br/>Blinking a few times while watching her struggling with the duffle bag, Marcus had worried about the bag slipping open if she fiddled with it too much, but found himself relieved at this not being the case so far. Watching her, starting to relax if only a little, the older male did give a small smile in return as she voiced her reasoning for giving a helping hand. "Y-Yeah, I guess that's true. Just let me know if it gets to being too heavy for you." He relented, trying not to show any lingering nervousness. For now, he could only hope she didn't feel the blade portions of his outfit poking at her through the material or start asking any questions on what was in the bag.<br/><br/>Making their way down the hallway, the older male glanced toward his arm and whipped up an excuse on the fly. "Yeah... probably wondering about the arm, huh?" He started, slight hesitation as his mind worked out the immediate details before continuing, "They were switching out a couple of the florescent light tubes at the gym I was at when one of the workers screwed up and one of them swung down at me." Good lord, that was a horrible excuse. Marcus immediately started kicking himself over it right as the last of those words left his mouth. Hell, after his last little encounter with the girls, they'd probably be more likely to think he hurt his arm while whacking it to one of his newest collections. Of course, this thought also reminded Marcus of how difficult masturbation would be for him during the next day or two. Life really did suck sometimes.<br/><br/>"Guess you never really know what type of dangers you're going to face when you're out there in this city, huh?" He rationed with a half-hearted chuckle as they made their way toward the elevator; awaiting a short while until the doors slid open to allow their entrance into the confined space. Once inside, Marcus stood beside the blonde, feeling a little further relaxed at the time, aside from feeling the basic need for making small talk as he inquired, "So, how are things going with yourself? Or your roommate, for that matter? A little surprised to not see her hanging around you when I got back. Almost started to believe you two were both joined at the hip."<br/><br/>Shortly after making his last quip, the older male realized how mean spirited the last portions of his exchange may have come across. "Ugh. Sorry. Rough day." He amended, raising his good arm to lightly rub at his temples a bit. Not that he necessarily cared on what the pair thought about himself, but it probably wasn't the best idea to upset the person unknowingly holding incriminating evidence over her shoulder. Still, Marcus gave a light shrug over the exchange, as the older male noted with seemingly accepting voice, "But I guess there's not much else I could do or say at the moment which would make you think less of me than you already have after finding out about my little 'collection', eh?"