"Yeah, but you're turning yourself into a Terminator, and I'll stay with you, and everyone else too, because fuck that guy," Marco assured Juno, giving a hand a squeeze to let her know he was there, even though he was pretty sure they couldn't be closer together if they tried. He chuckled at Oliver's suggestion of what to call Simms, knowing that between Juno and himself they could fill in a whole bunch of expletives, easily.
He wished Oliver had stopped a sentence earlier. He flinched. He pulled away from Juno enough to turn and sit up a little, so he could stare at Oliver. Just because they were in better spirits than when they'd rushed in didn't mean that the fear from his dream was gone, or the fear of being locked away, and the suggestion that that could happen forever was terrifying, even knowing who they were talking about. If he wasn't tired, he might have thought better of it, but since he was tired, and scared, he pulled his hand from Juno's and pushed himself up into a sitting position, then punched Oliver in the arm. Not hard, just enough to let him know that it was a shitty thing to say when he was right there.