“You’re not the second choice, Baby Doll. Come on, Stop this.” Marty mindlessly comforted you, while he type away on his computer checking his accounts. He was used to this kind of thing. You always would randomly start feeling like this because you were his side but that’s not really what was going on. He looked up from computer every two seconds to make sure the waterworks hadn’t started yet. It’s almost like he was timing it.