"What else is gonna fit under my clothes?“ Chase replied, as if that were obvious, but his eyes landed on Marco, frowning a little in worry before turning to look at Kiley, offering a smile even if it didn't feel entirely genuine given everything happening at the moment. "Yeah, you can mush me," he promised as he shifted carefully to stand, offering his hand to her to help her over all of the other bodies in the vicinity.
Jack moved to step closer to the other side of the stall, his gaze moving from Marco, to Oliver, who subtly nodded at him before tucking Marco against him a little more, then to Scotty, plastering as casual smile on his face as he could. He didn't feel it. He was antsy and uncomfortable, and worried, and needed a shower, and sleep, and to see everybody, and probably make food because everyone was going to be starving when they all got back. "You want me to piggy back you back to the house, Scotty?“ He asked in a rough approximation of Kiley's voice, patting his own shoulder as if expecting Scotty to just hop on from his prone position. "C'mon, maybe we can ra-"
"We're not racing," Chase interrupted, which earned him a more genuine looking sad puppy face from the chef.