Marco pointed at Juno. "Yes, that's it! That's the song. Does Jack have that one?" He hadn't ever really chatted with Jack, though he knew everyone liked him. And he'd made that whole giant dinner, with the french fries that were really good. Or, he remembered them being good. Now, thinking about food made him want to throw up.
He shifted in his seat, facing the screen once again. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice low once again as he realized that he'd been interrupting. "And that you're okay sitting with me. I thought you were mad."