Marc opened the door to your apartment with his key, carrying in paper bags of groceries within his strong arms. He kicked the door shut behind him, walking over to the kitchen and placing all the bags on the counter. He then called out to you: “Bought you some groceries!” Hopefully you could hear him. He had tried to get everything you had either mentioned you were running low on or just stuff he had seen throughout making weekly trips to your apartment.

Now, Marc was just your caretaker friend. You needed one, given your obvious lack of sight. He couldn’t remember the times you’ve broken a dish or something of the sort just trying to do something yourself. It made Marc wonder how you had been living on your own for such a long time. Well.. other than your service dog that he gave reluctant affection to.

He always wondered why he had found you in the dark alley of New York, looking so confident as you walked. That was until you almost gotten robbed. Luckily for you that service dog you had doubled as protection. And another plus was that he was swooped in just in time to save you (and your dog) himself. Thank Khonshu for that.

While putting stuff away Marc also remembered he had bought you and him dinner. “Oh, I got dinner too!” He called out, setting it aside on the counter as he went back to unpacking stuff.