Marcus waited in the doorway for permission to move into the room; he knew their family wasn't the closest. So there would be no warm greeting, or even words at all. At his Aunt's glance, he silently moved to the free chair, making sure to close the door behind him. His Uncle looked frail, lying there in the narrow bed. Aunt Acacia looked drawn, as if her husband's illness was slowly making her sick too.
Marcus' attention went to his cousin next, Min hadn't spoken, which wasn't altogether surprising. Conversations between the two weren't lengthy, but they had been getting better since Dominic had returned from Australia. Now though, Marcus wished he could be a little more like the man he was currently seeing. George would know what to say, no doubt, to comfort a family member in need. But Marcus was at a loss.
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