"You're not mad?" Marco asked, his voice smaller than he meant for it to come out. He didn't look mad, but this wasn't the cheerful Oliver that he was more accustomed to. He pulled his legs up onto the couch and folded them under him, and he hunched over a bit, unconsciously staying small. "I just need to try, before they take my room away, and, um... I think I can do it now. At least for a little bit, I don't know if I won't end up back here," he admitted, trying to smile. He paused to fidget a little, playing with the ends of the strings on his hat, and looking at those more than he looked directly at Oliver. "You could come stay in my room a little, if you want. And, um, I can still come down here, and hide out, if that's okay? I know it's actually a really shitty hiding spot because everyone knows where I am, but, um... Yeah, I just... I don't know."