Marco nodded, his wide, concerned eyes still staying trained on Oliver. He couldn't help but feel like he'd given Oliver too many options, which was why he didn't know what he wanted, but at least he'd gotten something like a laugh out of the guy. "Yeah, we should get a warning up or something. I can do it."
He went to go grab his phone, but paused when Oliver spoke again. "Yeah... It's... It's exhausting. I mean, you know. You've been here forever. You know." He tried to show Oliver a smile, but his face fell as he realized that the furby wasn't speaking gibberish anymore.
"Everyone you knew is convinced that you OD'ed. No one bothered to try to find a body," the toy sang.
Marco finally pulled his gaze from Oliver, instead looking towards where he thought the voice was coming from. His face stayed blank for a moment, and when he turned to look at Oliver again he smiled just a little too wide. "I guess I get one too," he muttered, then laughed uncomfortably and wagged a finger in the air. "Joke's on them. I already knew that, so... It's just saying mean shit, I guess. That's the game. That's the, uh... I, um..." He trailed off, not knowing what else he had wanted to say about it, and his face fell again as he found himself glaring down at his feet.