Marcus smiles up at him, and Regan feels a twang of fondness that she'll probably deny if asked about. She shakes her head and grabs a handful of pillowcases to fold them, instead of trying to wrestle with a giant flat sheet, or even the fitted ones, with their stupid elastics that never fold right. She leaves that bit to her brother and Martin.

It's weird. She has no idea who this guy is, or why he'd follow her from Darrow to here. But he's a nice guy, kind of cute in a soft sort of way. And he knows Greta, which is a point in his favor. Greta doesn't like people who are assholes, she's learned.