He couldn't understand why she would want to keep something that made her look the way she was looking, but it was none of Owen's business. Maybe the reminder of it would help her somehow, he didn't know. Secretly he was relieved that he got away with dealing with this bullshit, but on some level, he felt like shit for letting Marco take the fall, even if Owen wasn't entirely sure what Marco's punishment was.
"I'm here, so yeah, I was fucked," Owen replied simply before reaching into his pocket to curl his fingers around his medication. "But today, no, I got what I asked for. Thanks to Marco, actually. You need help inside?" he asked, looking away at the rest of the lawn and that seemed to be clearing of people.