Marsel stood up unexpectedly, "Stand," he said.
Grey couldn't tell what tone it was. It didn't sound like an order, but it wasn't gentle either.
Grey hesitated only for a fraction of a second before pushing himself up from the chair.
The moment he was on his feet, Marsel moved closer, but not too close, but near enough that Grey felt assessed.
"Do you want to do it?" Marsel finally asked, and Grey knew exactly what he was referring to.
"Yeah." Grey answered simply.
The moment Grey agreed, Marsel began speaking, giving instructions one after another, clear and precise, as though he'd done this countless times before.
Grey didn't argue, he followed every word.
He straightened his posture when told. Adjusted his stance. Slowed his breathing. Focused inward, just as Marsel instructed.
