Marco sat with his hand up on his head, both doing what Juno had told him and not wanting to see the blood changing the color of the towel. He'd kept his eyes closed the entire time Juno had been gone, and now that she was back, he wasn't sure how long that had been. He let out another little sob as Cecilia walked into the room. He only spared her a quick glance, knowing that there was going to be so much yelling coming his way, and he had yelling to do right back.
Instead, he looked up to Juno. "Please," he begged, "stay?"