That wasn't the answer that Marco was hoping for, and at Oliver's admission, he stared down at the bedspread, unsure what to say. It wasn't exactly inspiring to be reminded that the cravings never went away, and that even someone like Oliver could nearly end up back where he'd started, what the hell chance did he have? "So... what are you going to do with the morphine?" he asked, which he imagined was probably the wrong response to the story, and he winced when that thought occurred to him. "Sorry," he muttered. "But you didn't, because you're like a big strong guy, right?"