Marco probably would have thought about him being on drugs, too, but something Lennon said had confused him, and for a moment he stared up at the ceiling, deep in thought. "So he's not the same guy who painted the soup cans?" Soup cans weren't low-key creepy. They weren't creepy at all.
He watched Lennon's brush, nodding absently before properly returning to the conversation. "I mean, the kitchen's not the same as it used to be, so I mostly stay out of there. I mostly just watch movies or play solitaire. But yeah, back at the other house, first floor would have been way better. I walked up and down too many stairs while I was detoxing? Fuck that shit. They have so much land, why didn't they just build one long building?"
He perked up at the request, then rubbed at his jaw as he thought up something cool. "Starfish?" he said, then wrinkled his nose. "Why the hell is that what I thought of?"