For a long moment, Marco couldn't do more than nod at Oliver. He had expect him to be mad, even though he knew Oliver to be incredibly reasonable. It wasn't like Oliver gave him orders (other than not to touch his sweater) that he was disobeying. Above all, Oliver was nothing like his mother or brother, who reacted poorly to anything Marco had done. Marco knew all of this, but had still expected something other than the understanding that he got. He took a deep breath, then let it out slow as he tried to decide how to react without being weird and emotional.
"Do you, um... Do you mean, um, all of that?" he asked softly. "Because, um... Because I might still end up here, and I know that, um, I can get a little exhausting and you don't have to just say that, because I know I kept you up a lot while I was here, and you did a whole lot of stuff for me, and it's probably gonna be shitty if I run in in the middle of the night again, or... I don't know, whatever I do... um, I mean, once you get your time back."