"You fucking-shitheaded-damned-to-hell-idiotic-bigheaded-bitchass-foresaken-pussy-ass-fucking-redsucking-scrawnyass-mophaired-stupidfuck-nasty-whorebitch-dumbass-cocksucking-hideous-monsterfaced-psycho-fucked-up-and-over-gothbitch-weakass cunt!" He let out a slew of expletives as he punched the wall of the candy castle. "Fucking fuck, Marshall Lee. You almost had her. And now I'm fucking back here."

Meanwhile, Prince Gumball was getting ready for bed. He had his usual attire of boxers on with his old shirt that was technically Marshall Lee's, but it was too comfy to return.

As he exited the bathroom and went to close his window for the night, he felt a whoosh of air.

"H-Hello!? I'm in my underwear!" He yanked the curtain around his body as he scanned the bedroom. As his eyes adjusted quickly to the dark, he noticed Marshall Lee sitting on his bed, in tears. "What are you doing here? I don't have YN, you know. Pretty fucked up what you did to her tonight."

"I... I'm not sure. I just... I don't know." He blushed, making Gumball blush as well. But his eyes were still wet and his knuckles were bruised. Gumball couldn't help but want to fix everything; it was his nature. So he took a seat on the bed next to the vampire king.

"Do you need to talk about something? What happened? Why are you upset?"

Marshall Lee blushed more with the proximity and looked away. And now it was Gumball's turn to blush. His ex was sitting here in his tee-shirt and a pair of boxers. Despite how upset he was, he couldn't deny the attraction. But Gumball huffed at the silence.

"If you don't have anything to say, then please leav--"

"I'm sorry." Gumball looked at Marshall Lee. "I'm just sorry. I really do need to talk to you about something important."

"What is it?" Gumball frowned and moved closer, putting his hand on Marshall Lee's shoulder.

"Have you ever felt a loneliness so pervasive that you think that you just might not even really exist?"

"Wha-- Well... Marshall... I, uh... I really don't know if I have..."

"Of course not." His tears welled up even more and threatened to spill out as the sclera turned red from salt irritation. He stood up aggressively and turned away. "I'm an idiot for coming here. Sorry."

"No, no! I understand what you're saying! I really do!" Gumball stood up as Marshall pawed at his face.

"No! You do not! You are not nearly as old as I am! You haven't had to watch people die and grow old around you! Your people are immortal! They're candy for fuck's sake! You just make new ones when you lose one!" His eyes turned to demon eyes as he turned to yell at Gumball; tears streaming down his face. "I have lost everyone! There is no one who will stay. Everyone just leaves."

Gumball was taken aback and tears pricked his eyes at the verbal assault. He had been around at least eight hundred years; he had watched his fair share of deaths. The difference was that he didn't push people away like Marshall Lee did.

"I'm sorry." The vampire king's face softened and he wiped his tears away. Then, he blushed again for the embarrassing display. "I'll leave."