"She doesn't want to work on this anymore, I already asked her." Marco took a step to the side, moving out of the hold Oliver had him in so he could turn to face him better. "I even told her that I could step out, and she could work with Lucy, right? And that'd be better, you know? They're both... They're both smart. They could figure this out probably pretty quickly. And, uh, then I left her hot chocolate, because that usually makes me happy, but... I didn't hear anything about that, either. I don't know. I'm so..." He paused for a long moment, mentally going through his emotions and trying to settle on which one he wanted to talk about. Instead, he shook his head. "I feel like an asshole. I don't know if I should talk to Chase, because he knows her best? But that seems like something that would end badly, too, so..."
He stared down at his feet again, at the innertube he'd left lying there. "Anyway. Maybe I should walk, um, upstream. If I ride the river maybe I can catch some fish as I go, you know? And... then we'll have fish." And it would give him a few minutes to have some quiet time, and keep from asking Oliver questions that made him sound more like he was upset because was convinced he was a fuck up. That sounded selfish, and he really was feeling guilty about how he'd handled this and what it had done to Kiley. Still, it was a factor in his mood, and he had to figure that Oliver probably knew. He usually could see right through him.