"Oh, okay. That makes sense. Good, I thought maybe something was... I don't know, going on, I guess." Marco couldn't really relate to life being chaotic, but that was by design. He was probably already kind of a burn-out, and he always had that fear of relapsing if he put himself through more stress than he thought he could handle. He just hadn't figured out what that level of stress was yet. He was pretty sure he was doing alright, despite his strangeness. "Still though, um, you can let me know if you ever need anything. Not like we're going anywhere." He shrugged. "Who's Chloe again?"
He glanced down at the bag of food as Grace gestured to it, using it as an excuse to grab more fries. "Oh, cookies could be good. Maybe I'll go buy cookies," he decided. After a short pause, he snickered. "You think it'd be funny if I brought some kibble or birdseed?"