((Previously Titled -- The Head In My Hands)) Frankly, Marley was tired of being sick. It had become part of his everyday life, sure, but gods– did it ruin everything. He never expected to be spending his late twenties working from home in quiet isolation. He didn’t imagine a life for himself often growing up, but when he did, it was never like this. Everything seemed so far out of reach  and not worth the strenuous effort it would take. What does that make him? Yes, he was living with his longtime crush, regularly hanging out with friends, and slowly finding his footing again after being knocked down for so long. But none of that made things easier. It was hard watching his friends—watching Emrys—go through their day with an energy Marley could never hope to match. And then, Marley discovers that his feelings may not be so unrequited– and contrary to popular belief– it makes things so much worse.