“Yes, well, it wasn’t like that yesterday,” Marco said, sitting up. Gilda looked at him for a moment, noting his slumped posture and frown, making her a little curious about what happened to him in the past. Then, as if someone activated a firegem inside him, he smiled, straightening up. “Well, at least my coolness factor went up a notch with the cubs. They at least appreciate my awesome masculinity.” 