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A month passed with Carter retreating further and further into himself. He walked wordlessly past Mark in their room, ignored Kelsey shit-talking him in their hall, and blew off every email from Nicole. He'd go to class, talk to Megan as little as possible, then go back to his room and sulk miserably. He'd told Mark that he didn't care what Mark did, so Mark tried to ignore the black hole of judgment and disillusionment at the end of their apartment. Carter ate, but barely. He'd peel the bun and cheese off a burger. Stockpile some bagels for when the dining hall descended too far into dessert. Everything was still highly-caloric, but he dropped a couple of the pounds he gained and managed to avoid putting any more on, miserable though he was. Mark, meanwhile, couldn't have been giving in more. He was steadily gaining eight to ten pounds every week, his shirts shrinking further and further up his torso as his belly hung lower and lower. Carter could hear him, glutting himself, farting