Androids weren't supposed to have feelings. Then again, Marcus didn't even know he was an android until he got crushed by the rubble of what remained of Douglas' lab. He laid there in stasis.
How could he be an android when he had memories of eating, memories of growing uo. And most importantly of all, memories of feelings. Douglas had only told him to capture Adam, Bree and Chase; he had told him nothing of Donald's own son and daughter, Danny and Breana. Maybe it was because he had thought they were dead after being kidnapped for a while, maybe it was because Douglas only cared about his own property.
Marcus thought that he knew what love was like. He thought love was supposed to be angry all the time, constantly told to do better. He didn't know that love was supposed to be soft touches and mutual feelings, hushed whispers of jokes, desires and laughter.
Marcus certainly didn't expect to be laid on a table and then the vaguely familiar soft hands on his skin, nor the whisper. "It's okay, I got you."
He let himself drift back off, memories of tose same hands plaguing his dreams.