Marcus laughed then, a sudden ugly laugh that was empty and hollow. If he would only be so lucky. "You worry too much, blond. Is it your style to worry about about every person you meet?"
"Really? No. Most people don't give a flying fuck. There's the police, which is their job to make sure things go right. Doesn't mean they care." Marcus' brows creased a little on his otherwise stoic expression. "Well, you shouldn't. And you don't have to. I'm always fine."
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