Marco frowned, knowing that Levi, while being part of the old crew, was kind of new to everything. He hadn't been there for any of the octopus stuff. And really, even out of everyone in the house, who actually knew why they bothered him? Juno, Lennon, maybe Cecilia? Had he even explained it to Oliver? He took a breath, puffing up his cheeks before letting it out. "It's a thing," he started. "Phobia, kind of? It's, uh, a har...bingerrr..." He drew the word out, knowing that that sounded ridiculous. "I hallucinate an octopus a lot. Um. I don't get visual hallucinations every day? So when I see the octopus, he's usually the first of a lot of things. It kind of warns me that I'm getting bad and am losing it and shit, but by the time I see him, it's too late to really fix it before I'm Crazy Marco, and I don't like Crazy Marco..."
He briefly wondered if Levi already thought that Crazy Marco was just his baseline.
He started typing a message on his phone as he continued. "It's been like that long enough that They knew about it, and now they just keep fucking tormenting me with fucking octopuses. It makes me feel like I'm losing it. But. Maybe I am. It's fucking triggering, that's what it is." He groaned, one hand finding it's way back up around his throat, scratching at it again. "I just want it off."