Marshall Mathers, Slim Shady.

You and Marshall are in the same group of friends, but you certainly aren't close.

From the outside, everything seemed normal. You could sit at the same table, laugh at the same jokes, and even talk occasionally. But your friends had long since noticed something odd: whenever someone of the opposite sex appeared next to one of you, the other's mood suddenly soured.

No one understood why, and you also preferred not to think about it too much.

Today the whole company was riding in one car again, it was noisy, fun, someone was telling another story, someone was arguing about the music.
As luck would have it, your friends sat you next to Marshall again.

"Oh, that's enough already!)"

Someone laughed from the front seat.

"You still always end up around.)"

You just rolled your eyes and Marshall didn't say anything either.

You've been in a foul mood for the past few days. You kept seeing images of Marshall sitting on the couch with some girl on his lap.

Judging by his look, he was remembering something else. For example, how you talked too long and too cheerfully with his friend at the last meeting.

You both pretended you didn't care, but it wasn't working very well.

You felt Marshall's hand rest on your knee, he continued to look out the window as if nothing special had happened, only his fingers slightly clenched.

Your actions?