Right. [ Is that embarrassment? Feels like it. He really needs to take a few seconds and think through what he says, now that he as a bit of wit back in his head. ] I mean, I can do that of course. [ That wasn't much of a problem, really, he's got to practice that sort of fine control; fronting was one thing, but he'd not gotten nearly as good at taking up a limb. Though it'll probably pose less of a problem if Marc's letting it happen than whatever struggle for dominance it had been before. ]

Yeah. [ A little heave of a breath, but then he's finally rocking forward, sliding off of the bed and stretching his arms up. Kicking the shirt over toward the pile of laundry he's 'meant to do' for the last day or two, edging into the bathroom. For a bit he's just quiet, snatching up a toothbrush and toothpaste, laying on a little too much and shoving it into his mouth. ] You said maybe. [ His hand grasps the end of the brush, and he's just gliding it over his teeth when his gaze flickers up to the mirror, and maybe it's a little accusing, but more than that he sounds... amused? It's hard to say because he's back to brushing his teeth with one hand and rooting around for a washcloth with the other. ]

You're funny sometimes Marc. [ A little rumble of a laugh from him as he turns the water back on, waiting for it to warm up enough. ] But I'd like that anyway.