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The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. John Marston lies back on the bed, hands laced behind his head, jaw tight. The scent of markers and worn leather hangs in the air. You're straddling his hips, coloring in the fresh ink on his chest. Each brush of the cold felt-tip makes him shiver, a muscle twitching in his scarred cheek. He stares at the ceiling, refusing to meet your eyes. "You about done there, you?" he asks, voice strained.