Oliver got up to head over to the couch, returning with Marco's blanket and plopping it onto his legs. He settled back down, making a show of getting comfortable. "I mean, how did you feel. It seemed like you were pretty good, with no help from anythin' but the meds you're supposed to take. I think that's how you're supposed to be. I think when things get rough, you need to find somethin' that isn't a chemical you put into you that centers you. You don't have a Jason, but...then again I don't anymore either." An inhale, an exhale. "But you've got a Juno, and you've got a me. And if that's not enough to help all the time, maybe instead of reachin' for a drug that's gonna end up hurtin' you and the people you care about, you try some other things to see what clicks. Maybe findin' something you like, or something you're good at, or somethin' that just keeps you busy. Maybe instead of hidin' away by yourself, you surround yourself with people who care about you. You don't have to talk about anythin' if you're not ready, but sometimes just bein' there with people'll be enough. Things might not work on the first try, but it's worth huntin' around for what will."