"Oh... For real?" Marco looked towards the window again. He had considered opening one of the doors and climbing out to try to play some more, but if he was going to sink into the snow, then that was enough to convince him not to. It was just about as tall as him, now, and he wasn't in the mood to be rescued today. "Okay, so, uh... It's still nice to look at though."
He shrugged at the idea of catching up on stuff he missed out on when he was a kid. "Um, I guess, yeah?" he mumbled. "I mean... Okay, it is, yeah, but, um, it's also not because... I mean a bunch of reasons. It's sad, and people are gonna think that if I'm still acting like a child then I'm retarded, and this is still all happening in Zenith, and really it's just sad. I missed out on a bunch." He didn't seem upset by any of what he had to say, at least. Just conversational.