Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-11-27 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 059, marco, oliver |
Who: Marco & Oliver
When: A little after noon
Where: Oliver's room
Marco sat on the edge of Oliver's bed, his legs criss-crossed, and all the stuff that Oliver had been kind enough to bring from his own room folded and piled beside him. The day before had thrown off his rhythm of trying to be better about dressing in his own clothes, with Oliver having to dress him for the cold, but today he had again succeeded in only wearing his own clothes, even if there were a few layers too many, and that stupid ugly hat was still on his head.
In the time that Oliver had been gone, Marco had been busy. He'd gone downstairs on his own first, and had spent a few minutes in the foyer, pacing past the elevator. He decided that it still made him uncomfortable, but for the moment, it was a discomfort that he could live with. People had proven that they didn't want him locked up. Hell, if Kiley didn't want him locked up, he was probably safe, if he didn't think too hard on the fact that it was still someone here who had triggered him to begin with. After he'd figured out how he felt about being downstairs, he came back up to Oliver's room, and stopped to think about the moving around that had happened in the house. They'd moved Juno completely, and had put Kiley and Chase in one room, getting rid of Kiley's room completely. Plus, now there were new people and old people. What if they decided to give up his room, and make his stay in Oliver's a permanent one. That wasn't fair to Oliver, and this was also the first time he'd ever had his own room, and he didn't want them to change their mind on it.
Most importantly, though, he just felt like maybe it was time to try staying in his room again, like an adult. Even if he hadn't really been acting like one.
He chewed on his thumbnail as he waited for Oliver to come back. He tried not to listen to the voice that was calling him an asshole, but he sure felt like one. He had a feeling that Oliver would be upset, and insist that Marco wasn't ready. And maybe he wasn't. He didn't feel one hundred percent better, but there was always that lingering feeling that he never would, and his current level of sanity would be his new even. He had no way of knowing yet. He just felt like it was time to try to get out more. So he chewed on his finger, and tried not to stare at the door as he waited for Oliver to finish up helping Juno.