Marco looked down at his arm as Juno touched it, and as their moods had begun to change, it once again became that grounding touch, that kept him from retreating into his own head. "Oh, right, the painting. Yeah, no, can't forget that thing," he agreed, forcing a small smile.
As Jim started talking about X-men, he found himself staring, not really sure what to make of a priest comparing their topic of conversation to comic books. He shot a confused glance at Juno, then back at Jim. "That... That's not how real mind control works," he mumbled, but he wasn't as ready to explain his delusions to this guy as he was to Juno. "And mind control endings make more sense than 'suddenly, Wolverine.' But... Uh, yeah."