Marco continued to be a little zoned out for a moment longer, before his brow furrowed and he tilted his head to watch Lennon. "Wait, you? Who's gonna beat you up?" He felt like he'd missed something, but he tried to cover it up with a lopsided smile. "You've helped me out twice now. You're not this cool with everybody?"
Then he flexed his hand and looked down at his fingers. He had never learned the right way to throw a punch. Or maybe he'd done just fine, and didn't know. Either way, his hand hurt. "Can you hand me some ice?"