"Marcus? I'm leaving!"
There's no response, so I knock on his bedroom door.
"Marcus?"
"Go away."
"Are you gonna stay indoors and sulk the entire time?"
"I'm not sulking."
"Prove it. Open up."
I hear his exasperated sigh from the other side before his footsteps approach the door. A moment later, the knob turns and his face is revealed.
He's still in his clothes from last night. His face is kinda haggard, and he didn't bother to shave this morning.
I shake my head at his appearance.
"You look like shit."
"Thanks. Are you leaving already?"
"My flight is at midday." I shrug, noting how lost he appears to be. "I can cancel and stay if you want me to."
"No, it's fine. I don't need to be babysat."
"Are you sure? You look like you're about to cry."
"Allison, stop. There's nothi
