Marius, as someone who generally tends to sport his emotions openly, through fraught hand gestures, outright crying, or just letting words spill out of him like wine, feels the intensity radiating off Rat next to him. He might not understand keeping one's feelings so close to the chest, but he certainly knows the aftermath of losing oneself to tears, the way it drains a person dry.

"I live in Dimera," he tells him, bringing one hand around to pull Rat closer to him and to stroke through his hair. "I know a short cut from here; it isn't too far."