Ira was eating the ice cream Marmo had given him. It wasn't much, and he ate it slowly, but to him, it tasted like heaven. After having restricted himself from sweets for so long, it was like a drug. So guilt inducing, but so delicious.

"How are you feeling?" Marmo asked, looking at Ira with concern.

"Fine..." Ira replied. The ice cream felt a lot more filling than it should have. It was just one decently sized scoop, but it felt like a full meal to Ira's body.

"I...I noticed you haven't been eating much... do you...want to talk about it?" Marmo had a look similar to that of a mother trying to help their child. It felt comforting to him.

Ira hesitated for a moment. He decided that his facade had already been broken, so he might as well tell her.

"I just wanted Bel to stop yelling... I just started eating less and less before it quickly became too much... I'm sorry..." Ira felt the tears fall down his face. He felt completely vulnerable, and he hated it.

"It's ok, Ira. I understand. Honestly, this just gives me a good enough reason to finally beat some sense into him." She looked mad, but not at Ira. She was mad at Bel. She had seen his attitude slowly worsen, and it pissed her off seeing him act like this.

She was going to have some words with him.

(Short chapter since apparently people still read this.)