"I figured," Marc sighed. He glared down at the grass, silently trying to find blame it it for something. "At least you're listening. I appreciate that." And it was progress from how Cathal was being before so he could accept that over anything.
"Next time you decide to come outside I'll have to show me the ring you got me." Truthfully, he forgot all about it. It just lived on a chain around his neck. "Maybe then you'd be more inclined to believe it's me and not some fuck parading with my face."