"I'm sorry," Marco countered. He wished that he didn't have a baby in one arm, because he wanted to give Juno a proper hug, and wipe her tears again. Instead he just wrapped his free arm around her and pressed his forehead to hers. He wasn't sure what to say about all the thoughts running through her head, though not a single once surprised him. He really couldn't help. "He's going back to jail, though," he assured her softly. "There's no chance anyone's letting that guy out."
He only pulled his face away from hers because Jack sat down. "Yeah, uh, these look good," he muttered, though he made no move to actually drink the thing. "Hey, uh, Jack, since I'm gonna be here all day, am I allowed to smoke in here? Or do I need to go outside?"