Marco didn't seem thrilled about being gifted two minutes, even knowing it was more than what was usually given. Actually, he seemed embarrassed. "Um... Maybe you get more time when you treat it like therapy," he mumbled. "Sorry about your stepdad. Erran would be fucking great with this."
Scotty was still a little confused over the brief interaction that he had had with Tobias. He wanted to point out that he knew his own name, both first and last, but he had let it go when Owen had pointed out the timer and the task at hand, and while he didn't care so much about being shocked, the secrets thing was more important than wondering if maybe he'd done something scary when he and Ettie had rescued him from the jail.
"Treat it like therapy?" he said instead, making a face as he considered. "Well in that case, my secret is... I think... therapy... is weeeiiird." He shrugged. "Bro? I mean, no offense, that's just how I grew up, yo. Physical therapy is one thing, but if you're crazy? That's your shit, you gotta just suck that shit up and pull yourself together and exercise your brain until it works again. That's how my family taught it."
Marco hummed in acknowledgement of Scotty's secret, then kept his gaze down, even as he scratched at his forehead using only his middle finger.