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There was always something that had stopped him from being the perfect boyfriend, husband, and eventually, father.
He had an almost crack-addled addiction to Billy Butcher.
Marvin always found himself drifting towards Billy. Even after the tragedy of their last job together caused them all to part ways. Even while sitting in his office at the detention center. Even now, sitting at his desk in the abandoned building that had become the headquarters for the boys' meet up area. His mind always went to the cocky little shit, no matter how hard he tried not to think about him.
It tore him up inside, to know Billy so well but still unable to not fall for his cozens, even when they're planted right in front of him. Jabbing words and a conniving grin with tight eyes.
He could see it coming from a mile away really, right in the slant of his body and tilt of his blocky fuckin' head. but still fell for it because damn it, Billy's got a self help book worth of DIY's on how to push away anyone that gave an inch of a shit about the motherfucker. It was his M.O.
The problem is once you start seeing Billy Butcher, the real Billy Butcher not the one he puts on for show, you start caring for him, too. even if you don't want to. Hell, even if the man himself advises you not to. You get to know him, wavering loyalty and all. you get to a point where it's more with reluctance that you care for him than something actually fostered with love. You look at him, and sometimes you'll see what Rebecca did. And that'll keep you going, for a while.
But then he fades out of the Billy in the picture, and into the Billy of today. Only caring or loving in such a backwards ass way, you’d wonder if you even wanted his version of love in the first place. Forceful and angry. Repressed emotions swirling so violently inside him you can practically see it in the throb of his leaking limbs.
It was a viscous cycle he found himself in, but he couldn't stop it. Not when he had his father's fighting spirit inside him, and Billy always found himself alike with another VOUGHT victim.
So he follows him, no matter what. His own personal march of death.