Marco laughed nervously. He took his seat, still looking around Cecilia's room, studying it's apparent perfectness. Really, it did look like something out of a catalog or model home, but not in an uncomfortable, cold way. Which somehow made it eerier. He hadn't really thought about it, but now that she'd mentioned it...
"I try to, um, avoid thoughts that I'm being followed, outside of here, I mean," he said slowly, deliberately choosing his words. He was already unsure about admitting his addiction, so talking about his illness was something that he wanted to avoid, if possible. "But now, with the rooms... I mean, it was already weird, waking up here, but... Yeah, the room thing. It's creepy. It's really fucking with my head, you know? I don't know. I keep hoping this is all fake."
Finally, his attention fell on Cecilia. He looked her over, frowning as he realized that her clothes were pajamas. "They caught you in bed?"