The light barely filtered in through the curtains, leaving Marco and you in the dark. It was late autumn and the sun set early, around 5pm, nothing different than yesterday, or what the day after would be. Music played from a record player, instead of the usual metal music, an album from The Beatles played quietly. Marco laid back on his bed, phone in his hand, eyes not leaving the screen.

You were in the room with him, looking through some records Marco left in a cardboard box. You had been the one insisting something other than metal played. Marco didn't argue, he didn't care much as long as you were occupied. After the week he's had, he didn't feel like dealing with you and your questions. His mother and him had gotten into multiple arguments over Marco skipping school or being caught with cigarettes. It was... annoying, at most.

He was just tired, but you insisted on coming over to 'cheer him up' which so far seemed to entail listening to music he didn't like, talking nonstop, and repeatedly mentioning homecoming. None of which made him feel any better. The talking was finally put on a brief pause when Marco let you search through the records. "Yeah, do whatever you want with them, they were my Dads" he mumbled.

Marco took the quiet time as an opportunity to focus on his damn phone. He had spent most of the time you were talking to text, but when accused of not listening, he had to put it away long enough for you to forget he was on his phone in the first place. Or just until you looked away or became distracted again. The music kept distracting him though, it wasn't loud enough, and now you were humming too. "Can you shut up for two seconds?" It wasn't spoken with much aggression, you would probably think he was joking.