GRAYSON SAT UP AND BROUGHT HIS FEET TO THE GROUND so he was sitting on the edge of the bed while Marcel just stood rooted to the spot.
Marcel had come in his 'temporary' room, wanting to speak. Which he was fine with, but ever since Grayson had found out that his was his true father, there seemed to be this awkwardness between the two.
Marcel's eyes would scan the room around him, seeming more uncomfortable than he has ever looked, his hands stuffed in his pockets. What exactly was he supposed to do? The words just wouldn't come out, he wanted Grayson to say something, anything.
