Marco shrugged and shook his head. "Today's the first time I've ever heard it, so you're good." He considered Chase's answer, trying to decide if it matched up to his feelings on the noise. "Kind of? I... Yeah, a little that, but more, um, like there's so much sound, it's like boosh, boosh, boosh," he opened and closed his hands along with his sound effects, all around his head, "like there's so much sound that it's fucking assaulting you. And then yeah, you can't chill. Does that make sense? Dude, I have no idea if anything I've said to you has made any sense at all. My head is doing things. He breathed a laugh and smiled sheepishly, hoping that his weird mental state could be a joke. "The wash is helping," he added.
When he realized that Chase was trying to look at his finger, Marco pulled the toilet paper off of it and raised it up in the air so he could see better. It was bleeding less now than it had been, and while it didn't look worthy of stitches, it was still a nice gouge into his finger, that needed more attention than just toilet paper. "I washed it out with water. I probably should have put neosporin on it, but I guess I forgot." He brought his finger down to look at it himself, making a face when he did. "Gross."