Who: Marco & Oliver When: After 8 Where: Oliver's room
The night before, Marco had been sure that he wouldn't sleep well, if at all. The night was better than the day had been, at least after a while. Oliver had been patient with him, as usual, and had even pulled out one of the onesies that Marco had gotten him for Christmas, to lighten the mood. It had helped, at first giving him something to laugh at, but he soon wondered if Oliver felt embarrassed by wearing the thing. If he did, he appreciated Oliver doing something that might embarrass him when he was still trying to deal with his own strong feelings of embarrassment and shame. Knowing Oliver, the guy was just doing it to be goofy. He didn't mind that, either. Outside of the house, he'd never had anyone who had been so willing to just have a goofy, chill night, and when his head was so filled with thoughts about the past, it helped to ground him in the present. He'd eventually relaxed enough to enjoy the movies that Oliver had picked out for them, and while he hadn't been in a talkative mood, he had at least been in a decent one.
Still, he hadn't expected to sleep well that night. Then in came good ol' Zenith, knocking him out at some point so they could move him to his room. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing, he just knew that after the day before, he hadn't appreciated waking up in another locked room. He quickly filled out the day's question, heading back to Oliver's room with his phone in his pocket and his blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He'd been ready to knock on Oliver's door, but checking the network revealed that he'd been the only one to post so far. It was early. Even with Their help, he hadn't managed to sleep soundly, it seemed. Choosing to let Oliver sleep, he plopped himself down against the wall outside Oliver's room, then curled up on his side and tried to get whatever extra amount of sleep his mind would allow.
He'd managed to nap there for another hour and a half before he woke up again, then played on his phone, commenting on things said on the network, until finally, a private message popped up from Oliver asking if he'd been returned to his room. Marco didn't bother to type out an answer, just sat up before gently knocking on the closed door. It seemed like as good of an answer as any.