"We didn't even have dumpsters, in Paris. People just threw their waste out into the streets," he replies. He can still recall the smell of his old neighborhood, especially when passing through narrow alleys such as these. He'd left his grandfather's apartments for a life of poverty, and even after everything he's lost because of said choice, he does not regret it.

Marius' tendency towards opening himself up for love probably does make him a masochist, if he stops to think about it. But he doesn't, because gravitating towards love is all he knows how to do, in the wake of a cold childhood and a failed rebellion. He squeezes Rat's hand briefly, because he yearns to. The other man next to him makes him feel less alone in the world, even with all his sarcasm and bitterness.

They meander out into a larger street then, where Dimera sits just across the way.

"I'm on the fifth floor," he says as they cross the street.