Despite now staying at Markus' place for nearly two weeks now, Alistair has still been unable to let go of his feelings of guilt for Marie's loss. What didn't help is that a funeral for her had now been set a week from now, and he'd been invited to it. Now at an all-time low, he fears that he'll end up on anti-depressants because of how stubborn these feelings have gotten.
"Ali, bud...this isn't healthy, and you know it. Someday, you'll have to let go of her, whether you like it or not." Markus had been trying to knock some sense into him for some time now, but to little-to-no avail so far; he's just too lost in his own despair to even think about getting help from other people yet. That's when Mark got himself an idea...
"Say, Ali. I think I know what might make you feel better. Y'see, when I get upset, I tend to find that a smoke helps relieve my stress."
"Markus...thanks for the offer. No, really, it's a good suggestion...but sadly, I'm gonna have to decline..."
"Why? Afraid that it