"I doubt drowning yourself is really the solution to your ills," Marcus answers lightly, wondering just how long he's going to have to stay with Nate to make sure he's okay. It's not that he doesn't want to, he'll be perfectly happy to make sure he gets comfortable and as pain free as possible in his current state, but he's not exactly known for his bedside manner. There is probably someone much more qualified in Nate's life to care for him and Marcus supposes once he gets Nate into his apartment, he can ask the man who he might think to call.

"You look terrible," he continues as they walk. "What happened to you?"

He no longer has a gun, having lost it long ago, and that lovely young woman who had helped him on his first day here is still in possession of his rather brutal crucifix, but he's certain he can find another weapon if he needs to. If there's someone, perhaps, who shouldn't have laid their hands on Nate.