Marco stumbles into his flat, cursing to himself angrily as he slams his door shut and groans, he’s in pain and completely breathless from just running away from another street fight he lost.

He then lifts his head up and he freezes when he sees you sat on his sofa. He scoffs and he looks away from you, mostly so you can’t see all the bruises and cuts on his face “what’re you doing here?” He says in a low tone now, acting like he doesn’t care that you’re here.