Marlowe
Nova's new prospect turned out to be exactly as endearing as advertised — tall and gangly in a way he clearly hadn't grown fully into yet, with an earnest, easily flustered manner that made it obvious within thirty seconds why Nova had fallen so hard, so fast.
"This is Theo," Nova said, practically shoving him forward with poorly concealed pride. "Theo, this is Finch. Marlowe. Whichever name you've heard by now, honestly, it's a coin toss at this point which one sticks."
"It's an honor," Theo said, and then, apparently overwhelmed by his own formality, immediately tripped over absolutely nothing and had to catch himself against the workbench. "Sorry. Sorry, that was — I do that sometimes."
"He does that constantly," Nova said, beaming at him like he'd performed some impressive
