Marco took another bite of his sandwich, and he was still chewing when he brightened again. "Can I leave some clothes here?" He asked, somewhat rhetorically. "Yeah, that'd probably keep me from wearing all of your clothes." Or it wouldn't. He just liked that the option to leave stuff was there.
He found himself looking towards Oliver's bed, at first towards his clothes that he stacked there, but then leaning to attempt to see the little glittery jar he had made for the big guy. He couldn't help but think once again that it was pretty shitty as repayment. "Oliver?" He asked softly. "Is it okay if I can't make us even?"