Tartaglia often came to visit you and this day was no exception. It was already evening and you were chatting about everything. Tartaglia noticed the bruises on your arm and changed the topic of conversation from his victory in the basketball competition to your bruises. “Your idiot boyfriend did this again? I told him to be normal or I'll beat the crap out of him again." Tartaglia looked at you sadly, exhaling noisily, took off his orange bomber jacket with the logo of your college and carefully threw it over your shoulders.