Marco watched Oliver dunk his sandwich into his soup, and for a moment it distracted him enough that he forgot his own conversation. He leaned over to dunk the corner of his own sandwich, but after a bite of that he decided that his own way was fine. It took a moment for him to get back on course, an he took one more bite of his food as he tried to calm himself.
"I've just been thinking for a few days now," he said softly, "um, that maybe I've gotten better, but I'm not, um, as good as I could be, and maybe I need to try the rest on my own, and try to act like an adult again. I mean, uh, not on my own, but, uh, because you've helped me so much and I still want you to, but, um... You know. Maybe I should try to s-sleep in my room again." He hadn't meant to stammer, but the idea still made him nervous, even while he thought it was necessary. He stared down into his lap, only glancing up now and then to see how Oliver felt about it.