Missed you. Marcus blinks, and ducks his head, and smiles. Yeah. He hadn't realised that was what he meant.

Regardless of the lack of reaction, he's almost reverently gentle as he mops off blood. He leans over to the sink again to rinse out the now bloodied towel. "And so you were gonna...pull it out of you and then just go to bed?" He'd have been able to handle it, of course. Marcus knows he's not doing anything essential; he's just cleaning up, trying to make this go easier. Still, he doesn't like the idea of Midnighter doing this alone.