Marco squirmed a little as Oliver squeezed him, trying to get his head in a more comfortable position, and trying not to think about how he should have put his sandwich down first. Hopefully he hadn't left a greasy handprint on Oliver's back.
"I wish I met you before this place," he said, pulling back a bit, but not enough to make Oliver pull out of the hug unless he wanted to. "You know, um, this place is kind of a clusterfuck because it does fucking suck here, but, um, you and Juno and Lennon, you probably wouldn't have given me a second look if we met out in our old lives, you know? And that sucks because now I don't even want to leave your room for real."