Grayson, unseen, rolls his eyes at this tantrum, but it's more a move from a form of helplessness than any real exasperation. Oh my god. He doesn't even think about following Marky in, he just does it, not to try to stop him but staying a decent distance to watch him kick away at the lockers. Okay, Gray, just let him get it all out...

Yeah, he's just going to stand there and see if the storm doesn't blow over, and think... Are they dead? It doesn't feel like it.

He's trying very hard to keep a level head right now, but the more he thinks about it, the harder it becomes. He looks unsure of himself now, eyes cast off to the side and arms wrapped tightly around his thin body.