"C'mon, mi amor, you've been on your phone for hours," Marco said, feeling a bit neglected as he glanced at the boy beside him, who was supposed to be his lover. It was midnight, and Marco was in the mood for romance. However, due to a minor argument earlier that day, the other was still giving him the silent treatment. Marco rolled his eyes and gently nuzzled his face into the back of the other's warm neck, hoping to elicit some sort of response. "Youre still msd at me?" he asked softly, longing for reconciliation. "I thought we settled things when I got you that jewelry." He grumbled, planting a soft kiss to the others shoulder.