Who: Marco & Juno Where: Juno's room When: Evening
At some point Marco had kicked Lennon out of his room, deciding that his discomfort was exhausting, as was having company, and as much as he liked Lennon, he needed a nap. Then he curled up in the middle of his bed, his sheets wrapped snugly around him, and he slept for a couple of hours. He felt a little better when he woke up, but his stability was difficult to judge alone, and with how cold he was when he woke up, he wasn't sure that it would last. He considered just adjusting his nest of blankets and staying curled up for the rest of the night, and sleeping until the sun came up and he didn't have to worry about the dark, and the things in the dark that he wasn't sure were just in his mind anymore. Not in this place.
But as he sat up to find a new position, instead he quickly focused in on a scrap of paper on the floor by his door. He wiggled free of his blankets and crawled out of bed to find a note.
"That's not good," he muttered to himself. He started out the door, but turned back quickly, glad that he actually registered that he should be wearing his Stitch onesie, but wasn't. He pulled the Stitch onesie on over his usual jacket and jeans, which were already on over his scrub pants and two long shirts (and yes, the ugly hat), then wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and headed up to Juno's room in time for the sun to start setting.
When he got up there, he wasn't thinking enough to knock on Juno's door. Juno had requested him, and she needed him, and that felt like permission, so he opened the door and let himself in, walking right to Juno's bed and laying on his side, ready to be the big spoon whether Juno was in bed or not.