"Marshall, listen to me!" Larna raised her voice at her twenty eight year old friend.

Marshall looked up from the kitchen table, he looked at Larna's face carefully. Twenty seven years had been kind to her, she didn't look like she had seen better days unlike him.

"I'll only be gone for a year, we can still video call almost every day."

"It won't be the same." Marshall sounded like he was trying to find any excuse to convince Larna to stay.

Larna rested her body against the dining wall, she wanted to fold her arms in frustration but held back. She just rested her arms by her side as she watched Marshall "It'll be better than nothing. This will be exciting for me."

"Not for me." He mumbled.

Larna held back her eye roll as she pushed herself off the wall "You have Doctor Snapell and your group."

"But they aren't you." Marshall wasn't sure if he was admitting it as they weren't his friends like Larna was or if she had unknowingly become his addiction.

Larna sighed "Marshall, please." She stepped closer to the kitchen table, she leant down slightly and reached out her hands to his.

Marshall studied her eyes for a moment, he was hoping he could see something in her eyes that would convince her to stay but he couldn't find anything.

"I'll always be here for you."

Marshall watched as she softly smiled.