Oliver let the pillow drop beside him, pulling himself to his feet and stiffly making his way over to the altercation. It was too damn early for this.
"Marco," he called out gently as he neared, his body language relaxed as he moved up beside the young man, not touching but making sure his large frame was within his line of sight. "Come on, let's get Juno and sit over on the couch. She's been on the floor all night and it's got to be damn uncomfortable. Let's take care of your friend." He controlled his breathing much in the same way he'd shown Marco, as if showing would subconsciously remind the younger man how to do it. "It's more important than that thing."