M disappeared for the entire day. He left the house after a call - probably from R.U - with determination written clearly on his face. He came back smelling of cigarettes and alcohol. I know he smokes but he doesn't drink. And he’s not drunk.

To me, R.U always seems like this mythical creature, a freaking unicorn, untouched by sadness, always stable. But I know it’s not true, if the smell clinging to M and his expression is anything to go by.

He looks so, so tired.