Who: Marco & Erran When: Late morning Where: Oliver's room
Marco wasn't sure if he was getting any better, but after last night, he knew he had hit a snag. Oliver hadn't told him most of the details of the meeting, but he's offered up some information in a few broad strokes, in which the mention of a cell being built in the basement had come up. And Oliver was building it. Marco had panicked again, and had yelled a lot, until Oliver was able to calm him down and assure him that the situations were different, and that Marco was still safe where he was and wouldn't end up in a cell. Still, the night had been rough now that the idea of being locked up was back in his head, and he hadn't really fallen into a deep sleep until it was almost morning.
In the chaos of the night before, the mention that he'd be spending the day with Erran had been lost on Marco, so it was a surprise to find the guy sitting there when he came out of the bathroom. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise, just unexpected. Hell, it was actually pretty nice that he wasn't spending the day alone, and he was starting to feel much more comfortable around Erran than he used to, especially on days where he was feeling off kilter. He knew at this point that Erran didn't take anything personally, which, lately, was something that he desperately needed.
Wearing just his boxers and his red hood, Marco left the bathroom doorway and took a seat next to Erran, where he quickly fixed his gaze on the floor. "They're building a cell in the basement," he said, and hoped that he sounded more tired than he did scared. He didn't know if Erran was there as a friend or a doctor that day, or hell, just as a babysitter, but that felt like the only thing Marco could talk about. "They're building a cell in the basement."