"So…" Marvin's hand is glowing light blue as it hovers over the bullet hole in Dark's side, his magic carefully guiding the flesh to heal. "Are the gun attacks a frequent thing or…?"
"There's always a risk with Wilford."
"Is he…?"
"He'll be okay." Dark grunts, his shell cracking in protest at the use of an unfamiliar magic. Marvin kind of wants to ask more but says nothing, ceasing his magic, and gently probing at the tender freshly healed skin, half an eye on how Dark winces.
"I think that's the best I can do for you." Marvin smirks, reaching to run a hand through Dark's hair, his fingers curling in the short hairs on the back of the grey man's head. "I don't know what it is that holds you together, but it doesn't seem to like me it."
"Sounds about right." Dark shifts to lean heavier towards the side that didn't get shot, though not so far that Marvin's hand is forced to leave his hair. "You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Well since I'm officially moved in, I figured I ought to earn my keep."
Dark frowns. "That's not how this works."
"I know." Poking Dark's side, careful to avoid any tender spots, Marvin smiles. It's funny to him how serious Dark can be sometimes, especially given how not stern he knows the grey man can be. "But I like to be helpful."
"Ugh. Not another one." Dark rolls his eyes, seemingly serious, but Marvin sees the slight crinkle in the corner of his eyes and lips that show he's joking.
"Hey, helping people is good for you. You should try it sometime."
"I don't know. I tried to help Wilford and he shot me. That's not so healthy."
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Marvin turns, looking over his shoulder. Was that…?
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It sounds like…. But he can't be… Not here… Not already…
"Marvin!" Dark says firmly.
The magician turns back, smiling awkwardly as he realises he zoned out, and tries to dismiss the concern that he sees on Dark's face.
"It's nothing." he insists, but Dark looks unconvinced, reaching to wrap his fingers around Marvin's, and squeezing them in a small attempt at reassurance.
"He can'thurt you here." It's said with such conviction that for a moment Marvin actually believes him. Then he remembers the way things have gone before. That things are never so cut and dry. Whenever it looks like it's safe, someone always winds up hurt.
Marvin squeezes Dark's fingers back. "I know."