( marc catches the look, the confusion, the lack of comprehension, but he very pointedly and very deliberately doesn't react to it. what does get a reaction is the teasing — a sharp, sidelong glance, a momentary once-over accompanied by a brief twitch of his lips before, ) Hey. ( blunt but not sharp. ) These are my vestments.
( in terms of tone, there's precisely zero indication that it could be a joke, could be even the slightest bit self-aware. they're his vestments and so do deserve respect, and yet—
he's very aware of how he looks. he's very aware of the impracticality, but the impression the suit gives is worth all of it. it makes him visible, it makes him memorable, and though that's the point, at the end of the day, the suit is ridiculous. he'd only started wearing it because moon knight had been a wanted criminal and he wanted (needed) to continue his work without immediate threat of arrest, and it'd worked as plausible deniability for the few cops that'd been willing to indulge "mr. knight".
but then adrian's acquiescing to his unspoken request, and marc doesn't quite relax, but a sliver of tension releases. it doesn't quite return when he notices the van, but there is a noticeable inhale of breath, and the hand adrian's still holding twitches momentarily. fortunately, he doesn't complain, but he does— ) Right-hand or left-hand drive? ( he'd assume left, but the vehicles had very much been a matter of 'you take what you're given'. it doesn't matter, not in terms of whether it'll bother him one way or the other — he's driven enough vehicles in enough countries to be comfortable with both — but it does matter for the side of the van he gets in.
not that it means he doesn't start to pull his hand free and make his way to the left side of the vehicle before he's given adrian a chance to reply. adrian's near-death experience isn't forgotten, he doesn't yet ask if adrian's okay &mdash that can wait until they're in the van — but he does look back towards the building and the encroaching shadows that— are they faster? or are they just larger? it's probably not to the time to wonder.
what he does say as he swings open the door, abrupt and sudden, is— ) Seatbelt.
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( in terms of tone, there's precisely zero indication that it could be a joke, could be even the slightest bit self-aware. they're his vestments and so do deserve respect, and yet—
he's very aware of how he looks. he's very aware of the impracticality, but the impression the suit gives is worth all of it. it makes him visible, it makes him memorable, and though that's the point, at the end of the day, the suit is ridiculous. he'd only started wearing it because moon knight had been a wanted criminal and he wanted (needed) to continue his work without immediate threat of arrest, and it'd worked as plausible deniability for the few cops that'd been willing to indulge "mr. knight".
but then adrian's acquiescing to his unspoken request, and marc doesn't quite relax, but a sliver of tension releases. it doesn't quite return when he notices the van, but there is a noticeable inhale of breath, and the hand adrian's still holding twitches momentarily. fortunately, he doesn't complain, but he does— ) Right-hand or left-hand drive? ( he'd assume left, but the vehicles had very much been a matter of 'you take what you're given'. it doesn't matter, not in terms of whether it'll bother him one way or the other — he's driven enough vehicles in enough countries to be comfortable with both — but it does matter for the side of the van he gets in.
not that it means he doesn't start to pull his hand free and make his way to the left side of the vehicle before he's given adrian a chance to reply. adrian's near-death experience isn't forgotten, he doesn't yet ask if adrian's okay &mdash that can wait until they're in the van — but he does look back towards the building and the encroaching shadows that— are they faster? or are they just larger? it's probably not to the time to wonder.
what he does say as he swings open the door, abrupt and sudden, is— ) Seatbelt.