Marshall looked at the empty side of his bed, he ran his hand over the empty cold side of the bed "Larna." He sighed "I never told anyone that you liked girls. The one secret that you wanted me to take to my grave."

Larna laid down next to Marshall, twisted her gaze to him "So, what do you think?"

Marshall's face furrowed in confusion as he listened.

"Don't look at me like that, you've met my mother. It's Adam and Eve, not Eva and Ava." She laid her head on his chest before pulling his arm around her waist.

"I know, Larna." He spoke as if she was actually resting her head on his chest. His arm over his waist as he breathed "I know, Larna." He repeated as his gaze dropped down to his arm holding himself.