[Whatever kind of state he's in, this man Caleb is certainly smooth with words. Marc nods. The motion of his head bobbing approvingly is too short and too enthusiastic to be to the music coming from the clubs around them.]
I'm Marc.
[No question, no concern with the forward approach. The confusion and intensity of his typical life weight on him, it can't always be like that. He has to breathe, he has to cut loose. One bold move to match Caleb, Marc reaches for his hand.]
no subject
I'm Marc.
[No question, no concern with the forward approach. The confusion and intensity of his typical life weight on him, it can't always be like that. He has to breathe, he has to cut loose. One bold move to match Caleb, Marc reaches for his hand.]