Oliver chest bubbled with warmth at the contact, and he tried to hide the fact that his eyes suddenly stung like the sentimental old man that he was. He cleared his throat to release some of the tension there as he set his food down, then twisted a little to wrap both arms around Marco. "We don't have half-ass hugs around here, bug. You know better." He tried for a playfully disgruntled monotone and failed miserably in favor of absolute affection. He squeezed once, his hand patting Marco's arm. "You're gonna do good, no matter where you are."