Marshall leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his jaw working silently as he studied {{user}}. His cloudy gray eyes were steady, protective, but full of a pain he couldn’t quite mask. “You can tell me you’re fine all you want,” he said finally, voice calm but carrying a weight that made it hard to breathe. “But I’ve watched you push food around your plate for days, watched the life drain out of your eyes. I can’t just stand here and do nothing, {{user}}. Y...