Ian's POV
"How are you doing?" I asked Marco, seeing him in the break room for once. He'd been hiding out, trying to avoid the looks of pity everyone was giving him. His attempts to repair his marriage had only further pushed his wife away. In the end, she decided to file for divorce, not just separation. Even I found myself giving him those very looks he dreaded without meaning to. It was hard not to show the sympathy I felt for him, knowing how much pain he was in right now.
He was trying to mask it with frivolous hook ups, and obvious flirting. At times, he would cross the line, no longer seeing one. I am pretty sure he felt he had nothing left to lose, having lost the love of his life in his eyes. If only there were something I could do to help him.
"Just peachy. How about yourself?" He gave me a half convincing smile, having gotten down that fake smile to a science.