Marge watched Brayden with worried eyes. There was something... off about him. The light inside of him, it was different. Off. Very, very off. Even when he smiled at them both and reassured them that he was okay, repeating that he needed water and a breath of fresh air, she wasn't convinced. "Don't go too far, baby, okay?"
He nodded and walked off like a little old man, shoulders slightly hunched, back bowed. When he left and closed the door behind him, Marge turned immediately to Jack. She stared at his chest. Touched it with both hands, pressing down. Felt it. Looked Jack over from head to toe, then studied his light again, frowning heavily.
"Whatever the hell you two did, promise me you won't ever do it again," she said grimly as she sat down opposite him after her inspection, crossing her legs. "It changed Bee's light. I don't know if it's permanent, but it's not good for him. Or for you. What did you do? What'd you see?"
He nodded and walked off like a little old man, shoulders slightly hunched, back bowed. When he left and closed the door behind him, Marge turned immediately to Jack. She stared at his chest. Touched it with both hands, pressing down. Felt it. Looked Jack over from head to toe, then studied his light again, frowning heavily.
"Whatever the hell you two did, promise me you won't ever do it again," she said grimly as she sat down opposite him after her inspection, crossing her legs. "It changed Bee's light. I don't know if it's permanent, but it's not good for him. Or for you. What did you do? What'd you see?"