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[img]http://i.giphy.com/R00KMydlEoIF2.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Grimm H.S.: Coach's Office
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Marc[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea][/center][hr]
	The feel of Marc's fingers through her hair and the gentle pressure and warmth of his lips on her skin made Ash melt for a minute and forget why she was upset even if it was only for half a second. As soon as he left the office though, her composure crumpled and she curled up into a ball on the couch and buried her face in her knees. She didn't know what to do, what to think, what to say... everything was an emotional blur and she wasn't sure what to do about it. She was usually so held together, so confident this was... this was not familiar. When the door opened it felt like seconds to Ash but it was more likely minutes when Marc reappeared.

	She reached out and took her purse and phone from him and smiled gingerly as she unlocked her screen and looked to see that she had ten missed calls, a voicemail and three messages. She swallowed the lump in her throat and rested herself into the crook of Marc's arm again as she looked through the notifications on her cell. The same name crept up - Johnson Teller - and a single mention of - Alexander ♡ - who had left the voicemail. If Marc looked over he'd see what she was doing on her phone. Ash opened up the call list to clear the notifications and heard Marc's words. She turned her head to look at him, her head still resting on his shoulder as she watched his face. He was serious.

	A small frown formed between her eyes and she chewed on her lower lip as she considered his words. It made sense, she knew that but she wondered what Al would say to her staying with Marc. If he knew it was for her safety he'd understand but they hadn't left things on the best of terms when they last spoke. Maybe she should try and call him again and explain why she had snapped earlier. Lacing her fingers together, Ash shifted her head down into Marc's lap so that she was laying on the sofa and her face was looking up to his face. [color=crimson]"Okay, you're right. I'll stay with you. I don't think I can handle being alone honestly, y'know? Thanks Marc. You're amazing."[/color]

	Sitting up, she pressed her lips to Marc's cheek and laid back down. She smiled slightly as she saw the lipstick mark she had left and she licked her thumb before rubbing her lip print from his cheek. [color=crimson]"Sorry about that."[/color] She stroked the skin of his face and then jumped as her phone began to vibrate on her stomach. She looked at the screen and saw - Alexander ♡ - on it and a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/27/39/98/273998374f455c8ba609316f1e169e42.jpg]picture[/url] of him. [color=crimson]"I should probably get this..."[/color] 

	Ash swung her legs off of the sofa and tapped the phone before raising it to her ear. [color=crimson]"Hello?"[/color]

	She was quiet, listening and nodding as she listened to Al. Her back was to Marc so he wouldn't be able to read her face but from her stance he would clearly know she was uncomfortable and uncertain. Over what though? He'd have to deduce that himself.

	[color=crimson]"I was away from my cell, talking with Ada. Things have been... hectic."[/color] More silence followed as she listened some more, nodding and humming at the odd place. [color=crimson]"Look, Al, I'm fine okay? You don't have to come out here for me. I'll keep you updated. Yes I won't be alone. No I won't be stupid. Yes I know. You too. Bye."[/color] Her tone wasn't overly happy but it wasn't sad or upset either. She was rather generic sounding, almost bored if you could imagine Ash ever being low energy. In fact it was probably the lowest energy that Marc had ever seen Ash be in all their years of knowing each other.

	She hung up and locked her phone before sighing and turning to Marc with an apologetic look on her face. [color=crimson]"Sorry about that. Apparently my agent has heard through the grapevine that the media are going crazy over the murder in my hometown and trying to get exclusives with me to talk about the victim. I have no idea how they even found out about Jessica yet... oh god..."[/color] She raised a hand and covered her eyes. [color=crimson]"They're going to find out about Val... and Atlas. Oh god, Atlas... If they find out I used to date him in high school...? Marc, what am I going to [i]do[/i]?"[/color][hr]