"Jesus," Marius says, gaze following to where Rat points out everywhere he's been shot. He'd been lucky enough that he'd fallen unconscious almost exactly when the bullet hit him; he could only imagine enduring multiple shots at once and being awake for it. "No, it doesn't, does it? That's incredible that you survived all that."

But then, as Rat has told him before, that's what he does; he survives. And he can see it in his body, in the bullet wounds he reveals to him, and in the memories he has of the scars on his back. "Yes, I did know that," he replies, watching the other man. His life hasn't been easy, either; not as harsh as Rat's reality, no, but brutal in other ways. Not that he ever openly discusses those aspects with anyone. "And you've never let that hard life defeat you."

He sinks back against Rat when he comes up behind him, coffee all but forgotten; he leans his head against Rat's, savors the warmth of their skin touching. He moves his arms to cover the other man's and lets the embrace wash over him. Just being held like this is intoxicating on its own; he revels in it.