Marcus didn't answer with words. He just tightened his grip on her hand, watching their reflection in the mirror behind the bar—two people tired of the game, finally deciding that the prize was worth the price of admission.
The bar’s jukebox began to play a slow, soulful melody—a song about missing someone who’s standing right in front of you. Keyshia leaned in, her hand hovering near his on the bar. Last Night (feat. Keyshia Cole)
"I didn't think you'd come," Marcus said, his voice a gravelly whisper. Marcus didn't answer with words
Should we expand on to see why he's so hesitant, or " Marcus said