Hey, look, it's not like the selection was... huge or anything. Just a few paperbacks shoved out for display with varying degrees of cheese, but none without it entirely.

He comes out of the shower in his boxer briefs and damp hair pushed back before he flops down on the bed next to Steven. He lets out a quiet laugh at the faces he's making and shifts on to his side to face Steven, pulling the covers over himself.

At least-- he looks? entertained. Somewhat. Marc sinks back against the pillows and folds his arms over his stomach. "Hey, try to get some sleep tonight, yeah?"