"Marco," Oliver started, frowning slightly as he spoke gently but firmly. "If somethin' is botherin' you, it doesn't matter what kinda day this was 'supposed' to be," he made quotation marks in the air with one hand, then moved to lightly poke a finger into Marco's side under his ribs, more to aim for a ticklish spot than for emphasis. "There's a lot to not be okay about for everybody right now, and you know I don't mind if you want to talk about anything. I'm glad you came out, and I'll still be glad you came out even if you feel like you need to be unhappy for a little while. And if you wanna be your own personal conveyor belt of fish-nabbin', that's okay too. Just remember we're divvyin' up the winnings together. So even if you get a hundred more fish than we do, if you're a diva about it your butt's gonna end up right back in that river. And maybe if you do want to talk to Chase, don't ask him to talk to Kiley on you behalf. Just ask him for advice. What he thinks might help if you talk to her again. I don't think Kiley would have any reason to be upset about somethin' like that."