"Sit," Marcus says, more than happy to do exactly what Nate has just suggested so long as it means his new friend manages to relax just a little. Despite most of the injuries being healed, he has to still be in a bit of pain and Marcus goes into the kitchen to root around in some of the cupboards, coming back a few minutes later with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Maybe he shouldn't be encouraging Nate to drink, but he has a feeling he's going to do it one way or the other, and as long as he's here to keep an eye on him, it shouldn't be too dangerous.

He uses the nearby table to pour them both a drink, then heads toward Nate, passing him one of the glasses before he sinks down on the couch.

"Still wanting that ice bath?" he asks with a lifted brow, trying not to look too amused before he takes a sip of the whiskey. For a man who's not particularly used to drinking, he's gotten fairly good at it over the past several months and is more than happy to engage in the activity whenever it presents itself.