"No, I know, you told me all that, but that's not, like, um, real," Marco said, brow creased as he looked to Oliver again. "I mean, um, I worked for Tara, after she helped me, right? So I could stay in the stock room, after that. It's weird if you're just, um... You're nice. It's weird." He laughed, more self deprecatingly than at Oliver's expense. "I don't know if this is a shock to you, but I might have a few issues."