Marco hadn't really put it together that Oliver had probably been knocked out, and when it came up he found himself frowning heavily again, and knowing that yeah, Edwin probably was going to have something to say about that. "Sorry I didn't wait for you," he told him, not knowing that part of his getting turned around was connected to that. "I don't... I don't know if I know how to ride a bike, but it seems like a big expensive thing, and it can get to people quicker... Like maybe a mountain bike? That's a thing, right? A mountain bike? With one of those baskets that people put their kids in behind it? I saw them on the beach... I don't know. I want drugs." Saying it out loud felt weird, and wrong, and his eyes flicked to the door like someone might be there to remind him of how bad he'd been on them, even if he had no real intention of getting any. He hoped that he'd made that clear to Oliver.