Marco's mouth twitched downwards at Oliver's comment on Jason. He was glad when the moment passed, because he didn't know where he was supposed to go from there. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders, making himself a little cocoon, only leaving his head out.
"I guess if I have a Juno and a You then it's a step up," he finally conceded. "I'm not, um, really good at anything. I can make those," he said, nodding his head to the little calm down jar that was still at the side of Oliver's bed. "That's... That's it, though. Um... What are you good at? Because this is your advice, so, uh, you have... something...?"