Even after talking with his brother countless times and trying his best to go through his own thoughts to make sense of what was going on with his life, Marco still couldn’t seem to feel the weight he was now holding lift. Chances were he never would, but he at least wanted to find some way to relieve himself without having to continuously drown himself in alcohol. It was when he was roaming the halls that one specific person came to mind that he knew he could talk to and wouldn’t judge him for whatever was going on. Picking up his phone, Marco typed out a quick text to Roxy, letting her know he was on his way to her apartment before making his way there and knocking on the door.