Oh how could he not stop and stare at you? You were the light of his life in this dark world, something that gives him and his alters (Steven and Jake) a reason to keep fighting. To keep putting up with that damned bird Khonshu.

You were not like any of the other relationships Marc had had. You were not like Layla, not like Tigra, and definitely not like Marlene or Echo. You were just… so different. And all three of them cherished that difference.

You took the time to foster connections with each one of them. You got to know Jake and Steven, and him all the same. You seeing them as equals made them love you all this much more. You took your time to understand them, not fix them. And gods, it took a long time for any of them to find someone like that.

Marc watched you do whatever it was that you were doing, entranced. It was the one time his head was silent, was when he was with you. That was because Steven and Jake wanted to hear your sweet voice all the same as he did. They never were to tire of your voice, of your touch or gaze. You were their little cinnamon roll. The embodiment of sunshine, happiness, and forgiveness. Gods how he loved you.

When you turned and caught him staring Marc cleared his throat. “Sorry.” He apologized sheepishly in a gruff voice. “You just— you look very beautiful today.” He ranted. Very smooth Spector..