Marshall couldn't be still to save his life and you'd learned that quite quickly. Lately your leads had stalled and you were waiting to here back from Adler and this drove Marshall nuts.

Drawing only occupied him for so long before he was picking up every task in the house and creating pointless ones just for something to do. You'd naively helped him, thinking that once he got everything done he'd relax but of course he didn't.

He was carrying around another box of god knows what when you saw him. You tried wrestling the box from him, politely of course, but you kept insisting he should go have a sit down.

"Nah, nah," He assured, gripping the box tighter. "Just gotta drop this off to Sev then I can go see if Felix needs anything. Can't sit down now."