"I gave her one when I gave you yours. It was red, like, uh... Like my jacket." Marco took the bottle of water and picked up half of one of the sandwiches, then stuck it in his mouth as he fell heavily onto the couch. He munched on it for a moment, nodding as he thought about what Oliver had to say about Juno's room. She hadn't asked him to stay with her in the room, so that was a good start, but she hadn't asked him to do that since he'd panicked the first time.
He took another few small bites of his sandwich, humming to himself as he tried to think. "It's good that she can go back there and feel safer, though," he decided. "That's really really good, right? That's really good. It's hard but it's good." He looked to Oliver expectantly, not trying to cover up that there was a certain topic he wanted to talk about.