Marcus blinks, mouth coming open, nervous; is that approval? He's surprised by how much he wants it to be approval.

Thank God for the box that Alfred is handing him; thank God for the excuse not to linger on the question of Tim's happiness. He swallows hard and tries a smile. "Oh. Thanks. More snoop bait. Box of mysterious temptation. Just what I needed, that." It's a long drive from here to Ohio. Longer with a box he probably shouldn't look through sitting in the back of his truck. Probably it's old clothes, maybe a book or two from the weight. Maybe some technological paraphernalia Marcus has no way of understanding. "I'll — yeah, I'll make sure he gets it."