Even though Erran had said that he was okay without food, Marco had decided to bring along a cup of hot cocoa for his friend, since that was apparently the right thing to do, if he'd picked up anything from his time in Oliver's room. Hot cocoa was easy enough, at least, the way he made it was. Just hot water and a packet of Swiss Miss, and a pile of mini marshmallows. He had no idea if marshmallows were vegan or not, but in truth, he hadn't thought about it, just as he hadn't thought about stopping to pick up the trail of mallows that had jumped from the mugs on his way up the stairs.
Cold drinks felt necessary today, since some parts of the house were way colder than others. The kitchen was cold, and the windows were almost completely blocked by the snow, which was equal parts scary and awesome. He could already imagine Oliver telling him that it was too cold to go play in. Marco probably should have grabbed his hoodie, but at least he had long sleeves, and thick socks, and his new favorite piece of winter wardrobe, his bright knit hat. Juno still made fun of it, even that morning, but he saw no problem with it. It was soft and warm, and that was what counted.
He stood at Erran's door for a long moment, trying to figure out how to take both mugs in one hand, before giving up and tapping the door with his knee. "Erran? It's... It's Marco. You in there?"