It Came Out of Nowhere

[vesper_verde]

It had been a very long day at work, and he had a very long night of patrolling in front of him. Marcelo leaned against the wall of the elevator as he traveled toward the penthouse. It felt like someone hung cinder blocks from his shoulders. He dropped his briefcase when the elevator came to a stop.

He let out a soft grown as he bent over to pick it up. A wave of general hurt washed over him. Marcelo straightened up with a sigh and a shiver. Well, whatever this was, he only has time for dinner to fix it. Then he had things to do.

As the elevator doors opened, he rubbed his eyes and barely managed to not walk smack into the door halfway in his way. Once in the penthouse, he dropped his briefcase just inside the door way. He made his way to the kitchen to see if there was a bite to eat.

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[pyroprincess]

Stephanie had actually got home a little early that day, sitting with a report from Shaw Industries and shuttling between that and a paper on the history of NAFTA. The chef had just prepared a paella and the entire kitchen smelled of saffron. Feeling that she had been fairly successful that day, she was only half-working, enjoying a glass of chilled white wine with her food. Another tab was open to a YouTube video of babies playing with kittens and a very large cat was stationed nearby, great fluffy tail swishing idly as he catnapped.

When Stephanie heard Marcelo come in, she looked up with a small smile on her face- though as she heard him walk down the hallway, there was a leaden heaviness that suggested that it had, at the very least been a rough day. When she actually saw him, though, it was apparent that he was not well. Everything about him seemed just a little limp.

"Are you feeling okay?" The wording was fairly neutral, but the subtext was pretty clearly you're not okay, what's wrong, should i be worried?. Sancho stretched out with a faint yawn and looked over at Marcelo, before ambling towards him, rubbing up against his legs.