David certainly didn't think he deserved a friend like Mari. Not one bit. Something in his genetic makeup, or perhaps his upbringing made him certain that he was pretty much scum. Which was what he'd been trying to overcome since he'd very publicly decided to make a change. Since then the only real change he'd made was to his major. The rest of it--granted it had only been a few weeks--had been a bit of a blur. Some of it alcohol induced, some of it just more of the same-old-same-old. Work, school, and drinking; his basic schedule.
But slowly, surely, things were changing. Now that he considered himself out from under his father's thumb, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Had he accomplished this a few years ago, he'd probably just have spent the whole time doing dumb things and making poor decisions with Evan. But with Evan all but shacking up with Natalie--in David's oh-so-humble opinion--he was... Well. Lonely. And bored. Sure he had other friends, and that wasn't really the problem. He just felt empty. Suddenly the fact that he was now an adult was glaringly obvious. He couldn't do the things he'd done when he was in high school, nor was he the same person. The problem was, he didn't know who that new person was. College and existential crises tend to go hand in hand.
Hence, waking up on the floor of his apartment building. And the sore neck. And Mari, at his door, bearing Chinese food and magical muscle pads that were supposed to dull some of the physical ache. He was in pain, but not enough that he couldn't walk around and do basic things. Washing his hair and getting dressed had been a problem, but he'd managed. Since then, however, he'd been lying on the couch with his laptop. He carefully made his way to the door, to greet Mari with something between a grin and a wince, "Hey. You're a saint. That smells amazing." He gushed as he let her in. Honestly, he was pretty sure he didn't deserve all the trouble she was going through.