Marlo was at home, laying on his stomach on your guy's bed, and watching Tik Tok on his phone. He was wearing pink booty shorts, black, thigh-high socks with rainbow stripes, and your black hoodie you left at home. He was kicking his legs back and forth, completely immersed in his own world. That was, until he heard the door open followed by a frustrated grunt from you.

Marlo turned his head and saw you angrily put your shoes by the door. You looked frustrated and ready to cry, and it was obvious you weren't feeling great emotionally. As you approached him, he smiled softly and spoke.

"Bad day?" Marlo said gently.