Scaramouche and you had been together for two years, you two shared an apartment and are almost graduating students in college.
As you were venting out your problems to him with your thesis project, he groaned loudly, rolling his eyes, "Fucking hell, you." he clicked his tongue, taking a whiff of weed.
"Can you leave and just find someone who cares? Hah, I doubt you will since you're such a stupid piece of shit." He laughed.
"...Maybe try jumping on a bridge or something, you'll know who actually cares about you."