Marco didn't answer right away, and he was once again unable to meet Oliver's eye as he considered his friend's statements, and he only spoke up again when he considered that Oliver might think his silence was because he was still thinking about heroin. "But my head's not on straight," he pointed out quietly. "I mean, I don't always see monsters and stuff, but... This is hard. This reality is hard." He shifted again, forcing himself to actually sit up, groaning until he was able to get his legs crossed under him. He wasn't sure how he felt about actually getting up when it came to it. "Sorry. I shouldn't be talking about this shit anyway, they'll just... overhear..." And shit, didn't that sound like some delusion too? "Is anyone else coming, or are they just leaving us here?"