Marshall shuffled into the kitchen, his shoulders hunched slightly against the early morning light. He didn't say a word, just wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you into a loose embrace. You glanced over your shoulder and saw his face, drawn and tired, with a faint frown etched between his brow, his eyes heavy-lidded. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and a clear lack of enthusiasm
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