marc: OH MY GOD YOU ASSHOLE I WAS NEAR TO SUICIDE IF I YOU DIED I'D DIE TOO. HOW YOU DARE TO BE NEAR TO DEATH WHEN WE GONNA MARRY IN TWO WEEKS? I HATE YOU!

luke: hey, dude, was me who had an ictus. so calm down.

marc: oh, yeah, sorry. ARE YOU OKAY? DID IT HURTS? DO YOU STILL LOVE ME OR THE ICTUS DELETED ALL YOUR FEELINGS?

luke: shut the fuck up. i'm okay, i love you, and you look like a fucking homeless.

marc: yeah, i've been sleeping in the waiting room. my back hurts like hell. but i love you. *kiss luke*