After Edward and Louis' conversation, Louis stayed in the room all day, and Edward didn't come back. Louis began to get even more upset by dinner time, when his stomach was growling and the green eyed man was nowhere to be found.

It was around nine at night when Louis finished Macbeth, and one of the triplets walked into the room.

"Uh, Harry?" Louis questioned, unsure which of the triplets he was.

He shook his head, closing the door behind himself. "I'm Marcel, I've got glasses on see? Well Edward has glasses too, but he likes contacts more. But, hm, I have a birthmark next to my nipple? That was a bad one too actually, because Harold has four nipples, so it would be hard to tell the difference. Don't tell him I told you that though! He'll get upset with me if he finds out," Marcel rambled on, voicing his thoughts without noticing the amused smile on Louis' face.

"Marcel, I get it, you guys are identical."

His face turned red and he nodded quickly. "Of course, of course, um, w-would you like to eat dinner with me? You can say no if you want to, that'd be okay, I wouldn't get mad or anything like that. It's just that Edward left and he told me to watch you, and I wanted to make it nice and, uh, you know, eat dinner."

Louis nodded slowly, waiting for Marcel to finish. "I'll go-"

"And you can say no if you really want to, Louis. I wouldn't force you into eating with me, I would respect your opinion to not eat with me. It's not like I would, uh, ask you to have sex with me or anything. Ugh why did I say that? I'm sorry, I just don't want to eat dinner alone... or to have you eat dinner alone, so it's like killing two birds with one stone. Although I would never do that! Birds don't deserve to be killed over-"

"Marcel! I'll eat dinner with you! Please just- stop talking," Louis sighed, getting up and slipping his sneakers on.

"Oh. Good... Listen Louis I'm sorry, I tend to ramble when I get nervous, and, uh, you're, uh, really pretty," Marcel confessed, rubbing the back of his neck and watching Louis walk over to the door.

"It's fine, just show me the way, I'm starving," Louis said, he really couldn't bring himself to be annoyed with Marcel, he was just too cute.

And with that, Marcel nodded and lead Louis through the hallway.

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When Marcel passed by the dining hall, Louis was suspicious but he made no comment. The silence between the two was comfortable and Louis really just didn't want to trigger another one of Marcel's ramblings, so he stayed silent.

Marcel held open a door for Louis, closing the door behind himself once the younger boy walked into the room.

"Did you do this?" Louis gasped, looking at the middle of the room where a white table was placed, between two chairs. The lights were dimmed so the room could be illuminated by the moonlight that shined through the windows. The table was filled with different plates of foods.

Marcel gave a sheepish smile and nodded. "I wanted to make you feel comfortable. I-I understand you must feel alone here, I do too sometimes, and everyone likes food so I made some... I-I didn't know what you liked though so I made everything I could think of."

Louis' heart melted at that, he didn't know how it was possible for Marcel to be related to Edward. "Thank you, I appreciate it," Louis said, sitting down when Marcel held his chair out for him.

They began to eat, and spoke about all sorts of nonsense that wouldn't matter the next day. Louis just felt good to have a moment where he wasn't obligated to watch his mouth.

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Louis laughed into his hand, "wait, you were a Boy Scout?"

"Well don't make fun of me for it, I was rather good," Marcel grinned, "I can make the best s'mores you will ever try."

After a couple glasses of wine, Marcel relaxed enough to have a conversation with the younger boy without stammering, and Louis found himself laughing harder than he had laughed in a while.

"Not too many people can fuck up s'mores, it's one three ingredients," Louis smiled.

"Oh yeah? Remember what you're saying right now, I'm going to make you some of my world famous s'mores and you're going to regret ever doubting my excellence."

"World famous now? You're that good?"

"Of course, my family isn't really in the mafia. We're just into s'mores and people thought s'mores was a code word for coke or something, and we've just been going along with it."

"You're something else Marce-"

Marcel sighed at the interruption brought on by his phone ringing, he mumbled an apology before accepting the phone call. He mumbled yeah into the phone every now and then, before hanging up.

"It was a pleasure to eat with you, Louis. But I have to return you to my brother now," Marcel admitted, getting up and holding a hand out for Louis.

"Well it was fun while it lasted," Louis took his hand and stood up, frowning while they walked out of the room

They spent the rest of the walk back in silence, stopping once they reached Edward's door.

"Do I have to go?" Louis frowned, he didn't want to see Edward, he didn't want to give him an answer.

Marcel nodded gently. "If there was something I could do, I would, but you know my brother... if there's anything you ever need, just come to my room, it's down the hall."

"Thank you, I really do appreciate it." Louis smiled gently, and stood on the tips of his toes to kiss Marcel's cheek before walking into the room. And If Marcel went to bed that night with an unchanging grin on his face, nobody had to know.