"Yeah, but... The snow's not gonna slow down," Marco said, and though Oliver didn't mean to disappoint him, Marco didn't even think to try and hide that this wasn't the outcome he had hoped for. He stuck the two army men into the pockets of his hoodie, right next to his pill bottles, and stared down at his feet. "Yeah, I've made snowflakes. They did let me use scissors sometimes," he said dully. Quieter, he added, "Safety scissors. With supervision." He tried to hide an eye roll as he shrugged.