"Oh... Okay." With the jacket still half on, Marco fell back onto the couch. He took the two soldiers-- Miles and Kenny? --out of his pockets and put them on the desk next to his plate, and grabbed the other half of his sandwich. He dunked it in the soup, glancing at Oliver to make sure he was doing it right, and decided for a second time that he didn't really like it that way.
Still, he hummed happily between bites, looking up at Oliver every now and then to see if he was doing alright. "You're coming out with me, right?" he asked after a moment. He was pretty sure Oliver had implied that he was, but it didn't hurt to check.