Marcus & Nora
Marcus wasn't sure how to feel when Nora mentioned being depressed. Sometimes he thought that maybe he had been—or maybe even was currently—dealing with something similar, but he always tried to avoid thinking about it too much as if that would make it all go away.
"You picked a good night for it." He raised a glass to her, then took a drink. "Hope your cats aren't throwing a wild party while you're gone." Finishing off the drink, Marcus picked up another with a smile. "Retirement is so glamorous," he deadpanned.
He noticed where Nora was looking and frowned slightly, weighing up his options. "Want to live dangerously and risk me stepping on your feet?" he asked, not really too keen on dancing anywhere that wasn't his kitchen when no-one was watching.