Marcus

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Though he had treated her as he would treat any of his students - with a firm, matter-of-fact tone - he could not help but feel a small pang of sympathy as his words appeared to dampen Taylor's spirits. This horrified him for two reasons - one, because he did not want to be the cause of the girl's sadness, and two, because he had never felt bad about it before. He was usually more than happy to scold and reprimand his students, so for him to feel anything close to guilt was utterly alien to him.

Resolving to make certain that he did read the girl's work, given how important it appeared to be to her, Marcus led them both to his office, opening the door and stepping in first, waiting for Taylor to follow before closing the door behind her. He then moved to his desk, walking around to the side where his chair was, though opted to remove his suit jacket before he did so, draping it over the back of his seat. Now in a short-sleeved, buttoned shirt, he left his tie on for the moment, though loosened the knot and undid his top button - a level of casual that he did not normally allow himself to stoop to during normal school hours.

Taking a seat, he looked over to Taylor, visibly more relaxed than he had been in the classroom itself.

"Okay, let me see what you've written," he asked calmly, trying to reassure her with a softer, more curious look in his hazel eyes.

"And let me know if you need a snack or a drink...I keep a well-stocked office."

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