As soon as he had direction, Marco went ahead and got the glass filled with water, waiting for his friend to finish setting down everything before he held it out to him. He only nodded when Oliver asked him about the milk, and while he understood that that meant he should probably go ahead and get that started, he was too caught up in watching Oliver's controlled breathing, knowing how it felt to be in that position.
"Do you, um..." he started, his attention only straying from Oliver as the furby made it known that it was still there by droning something that he was pretty sure was in furby language again. He shook his head as he tried to place where exactly it was coming from, briefly wondering if maybe they should just try to attack the thing to make it shut up, and that could be better. "Do you want a, um, a hug or... You can put your head on my arm, or... It's probably bullshit, like you said. It's... It's a furby, right? You know?" He couldn't help but think of days before, when Oliver had been having a panic attack and Edwin had run in to save the day, and he wondered if that was why Oliver was getting his phone.