Marco watched Erran slump against the wall, looking him over as he did. "They called you faggot?" He stuck out his tongue, like just saying the word put a literal bad taste in his mouth. "Why? That's... That's fucked up, man. Because of your fluffy hair? Sorry, it just looks really fluffy, I kind of want to touch it." He laughed at himself over this weird revelation, but he at least refrained from grabbing Erran's hair. He managed to keep the small smile for a bit as he answered Erran's question.
"So, I actually got diagnosed with childhood onset schizophrenia the year my abuela died, so I was... Uh, eight? But I was fucked up before that. Didn't learn to talk right 'til I was four or five, and I wasn't good, because I could hear shit, and the people I could hear wanted to hurt me, so I did what they said. I hit my brother a lot, I pulled out my hair, just a lot of stupid shit that was really, um, disruptive." He rubbed a hand over the little bald spot behind his ear, then shrugged. "Yeah, so... Lots of yelling and stupid shit. Biting. More hair pulling than biting."