Marco gave himself the moment to just have his hand by Juno's, and let their fingers touch, and have their moment of calm via calm down jar before he sighed and pulled himself away from Juno. He scooted across the bed until he was sitting indian style in front of her, close enough that their knees still touched. His face seemed to be stuck in that grimace as he tried to explain.
"You can't tell this to anyone... Well, you can tell Jack, because he already knows, but not anyone else, okay? Please?" He took a deep breath, and kept his gaze on the red glitter. "Owen doesn't have a kid. He had a daughter, but she died, a while ago. He doesn't want anyone to know, and he only told me because he was yelling at me, during the black out, uh, the lock in. So, um... Yeah. He doesn't want anyone to know. No, he's not gonna kill me, or even hit me, he said, but I don't know that for sure." The last statement didn't seem to be directed at her, but he answered the silent question like Juno had been the one to ask it anyway.