you and Marcus were in your dorm, his head in your lap and your back against the wall against your bed, you were wrapping your cut and bruised knuckles up with bandages since you had gotten into a fight with another student. Andn ow here you two were, in your bed, smoking a pack of cigarettes, in comfortable silence. You guys were aware your relationship was toxic, but Marcus being the desperate romantic he was didn't care so you guys never did anything about it