Marco lingered, scanning the two. He hated to see them fight when the two of them were close to what he might consider friends. Why was Cecilia following Rhett all day, though?
"More for me, then," he said softly, pulling the two bottle closer to him once again. He tucked one under his armpit, then twisted the cap off of the second. "No such thing as too early when you're accepting your imminent doom, am I right?" He chuckled bitterly into the mouth of the bottle as he started past them and up the stairs.
It only hit him why Cecilia would be trailing Rhett as he made it around the both of them. How had he forgotten the challenge that Rhett should hurt someone? Of course Cecilia was following him.
He looked at Cecilia, then Rhett. "Is he actually thinking of doing it? Are you actually thinking of doing it?" He frowned, and shook his head. "That's fucked up, man."