"I know you weren't. Just - " Marc tapped the side of his head. "You're not the only one with screws loose. Sometimes shit lands wrong."

Marc took a chance on stepping closer to her. Not that anybody could overhear them - okay, maybe Bruce - but it was the kind of thing that felt more appropriate speaking for her ears only. "Normally I don't tell people. May have noticed I'm real good at packing shit away. But with you it mattered. So I told you. Because I like you too."