Marco sat up a little straighter, for a moment debating the voice that he'd heard coming from the door, before quickly deciding that it was real, and rushing to make up for the time he'd spent silently debating. He stepped aside once the door was open, giving Oliver room, and biting his lip as he breathed in the smell of grilled bread and meat and cheese. He wasn't sure he had been at all hungry before food had arrived.
He waited until Oliver was well into the room before he shut the door again, casting a quick glance at Juno's former room as he did. He put off talking about going back to his room for now, in case Oliver would be upset. "You get everything done?" he wondered as he turned to stand by his friend. "Is it really her room?"