Mama tried to wash their faces, but these kids, they lost their graces.

[akablackkitty]

Beyond having occasional chats with alien lifeforms, Marshall has mostly been holed up in his usual spot inside the CCTV room, keeping track of everything he can possibly think to keep track up and trying to avoid thinking about how hopeless this situation has gotten, because Marshall J. Flinkman does not dwell on hopelessness. At the moment,

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[sarkraticmethod]

Sark debates the merits of actually talking. On one hand, if he doesn't, he's going to come out even worse in Torchwood's eyes. Can't be trusted, can't even be useful, and that's just one more reason to put him away and leave him be.

On the other hand... As afraid as he is of Thane and what he might do to him if he goes back on their bargain, if he's just going to get put away anyway, then what's keeping him from talking? God, he wants to see that bastard suffer for leaving him shattered like this, and even if it destroys his pathetic attempts to slander his own name in the face of Torchwood, something he knows might destroy him... Not that he knows much.

Then again, it's Tyler. Tyler with his righteous copper morality. Even if he cooperates, there's very little he can say at this point that won't convince him that he's not scum, and he can easily push his luck with Tyler, convince him that it's the best thing for all of them that he be left to rot somewhere.

"Fine," he finally responds. Rationality, for the first time since this happened, overpowering the irrational sense of guilt that dominated everything before. He gives Sydney a look that might be apologetic and might possibly be something else entirely, and then looks from Marshall to Tyler, as if waiting for one of them to speak.

"There's a, uh... Room. Thing." Marshall gestures. "We can talk there. Just... One sec, okay?" He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this one bit, but he really feels bad for Sydney getting involved, and that's his concern right now.

He walks over to her, neither looking apologetic nor.. Well, much of anything other than sad and nervous. "You're okay, right? 'Cause I know you can take care of yourself, but..." He doesn't finish that sentence- he knows Sydney doesn't need him worrying about her, but he's scared to death of losing someone else he cares about.

[mademeaweapon]

Sydney gives him a tight smile. No, she's not okay, she's shaken and a girl she knew and liked is dead now and there's not a damn thing she can do about any of it, but... well, that's pretty much par for the course for everyone lately, isn't it?

"I'm fine. I don't want to keep you from your job or anything..."

[akablackkitty]

Some days Marshall really thinks he'd be more comfortable if Sydney worked for Torchwood too- there's just something not right about having to look at her like a civilian. On the other hand... He really wouldn't have wanted to see her hurt by Thane It's a complicated emotion.

"Okay." He pauses awkwardly, grabs her hand briefly and squeezes it and then moves back to Sam and Sark, giving Sark a look that he hasn't given him since the first time he arrived in this world and realized he was sharing a hotel with him, before heading towards the room he was indicating a moment before. "Right. Room's just right down here."

At this point, Sark's just following along, willing this situation to just end already.