Marcus

I think it is. 

Why? It’s not like we’re fucking or anything. We’re just roommates. 

The worst thing the mayor would do is whip us.

Oh. Is that all?

Really? So if I ever came to your place, he wouldn’t be there?

He needed a place to stay. Is that so wrong?

Is it crazier than the dead coming back to life?

I don’t care what his name is, alright? 

He’s closer in age to you and you can be out in the open with him. Why do you think I’m concerned?

He’s my friend. That’s it. 

“The dimmest.“

We should bail. You and me, just sneak out. Even just for the night.

Bail? You know how crazy that sounds?

The openly gay one. A Trower. I saw him flirting with you at the bar.

Levi? What’re you concerned with him for?

“Is that a bad thing? We could use some quiet.”

It’s just a little suspicious. Means something bad is coming. 

“And then you opened your mouth and ruined it.“

Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.

I don’t know how you could live here. It’s so boring, Marc.

I ask myself that every day. 

What, that new guy in town not making it noisy enough?

What’re you talking about?

Exactly. I don’t know either.

Are you living alone?

Yeah. You need someplace to stay?

I try not to overthink my plans. Just give me a pair of high heels and that’s good enough of a weapon to keep them out of your hair.

I don’t know how I got by without the stiletto ninja.

Shit, babe, I’m sorry. Look, I’m here to stop anyone from doing shit to you now. I promise.

You make it sound so easy. 

Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Have people been treating you better here? 

Not really. If anything it’s gotten worse now that everyone is starving.