Kiley and Chase. Marco felt like he should have been surprised that it was them, because why shouldn't it be them, finding him in a pathetic state again? Even if the relationship between the three of them had improved, crying in front of the two of them again felt worthy of ridicule. Or a few more hours in the closet, maybe. He quickly wiped his face, accidentally replacing tear streaks with more dirt and grime, and took a few breaths, trying to stop gasping for air in a panic and calm down. He'd hear them better if he did that, too.
He then pressed his hands flat against the door, resisting the urge to keep pounding on the damn thing. "I... I'm... not hurt," he called back after a minute, hoping that he'd heard the question right. He took another deep breath, and tried to ignore the sniffling that came along with that. "I don't know where I... You're real, right?" He hadn't meant to change his remark halfway through, but god did he not want this to be another hallucination, even if he did sound ridiculous in front of them. Again. "Can I come out now, please?"