Marco frowned down at his knees, not expecting both of them to have reasons for his suggestion to be shot down. He knew neither of them were trying to be mean or call his thought dumb or anything, but he was still so uncomfortable that he couldn’t help but feel more embarrassed for having spoken his thought only to be met with resistance, even if both of them had good points. He just wanted out, and having to wait felt worse than walking around with bare feet probably would. He sighed and resisted the urge to move toward the door to watch for Oliver.
“It’s probably not random,” he agreed after a moment, glancing around at the shorty broken house. “We should burn it down,” he mumbled, “so they can’t put any of us back in here.” He didn’t really think about if there was a punishment for that. He just didn’t want anyone stuck in the basement again. Especially knowing that if anyone ever was again, it would most likely be one of the three of them.
He glanced at Chase at his question about Oliver, then shrugged. He’d never really thought about it. “He might be, I don’t know,” he said with a small shrug. Marco had always needed the winter clothes help, and just help in general, when he had been staying with Oliver. He never stopped to think about how he did it with everybody. “I guess.”