Though at this point Juno was unsure who had began first, it was good to hear Cecilia speak along the same lines as she did. Juno felt justified and a little bit supported, which was a great thing for her right now. She barely registered Marco standing while she had been speaking, no longer in the headspace to care too much that he would be fucking up Cecilia's work if he stood on his injury even for a second. When Cecilia's eyes met hers Juno sighed, for the first time allowing herself to look as tired as she felt. It was all well and good to withstand a massive amount of living without needing for rest but all that went out the window when her own brain felt like it would burst out of her skull and into flames. She nodded at Cecilia, preparing to finally get out of that cube of regret and bad choices that was Marco's bathroom.
And then, back already turned and hands on the doorknob, he begged her to wait. Repeated himself again. Juno's heart raced so fast she felt vertigo, one hand leaving the doorknob to steady herself against the wall. "I've been on your side." She muttered, turning around slowly. "How the fuck do I know you're not just saying that now that you're seeing yourself alone and at Their mercy? How do I know the second you feel slightly supported, you won't go the fuck back? Because you said it, Marco, you said you would keep fucking up. It's what the fuck you do. Right? With how fucking fast you seem to go through this shit I'd give you til morning. You don't know what you're doing but I haven't seen you try to accept suggestions from people who might. I have zero fucking reason to wanna give you anything right now. And I still haven't heard you say you'd try. Just that you need help. Yeah, no fucking shit. Dickhead."