[Hey, the fact that Marco has even been using the chill-out room in the past months has to count for something. Even if it's only because his medication makes him feel the need to stop and rest his eyes every so often... that can't be an entirely bad thing, right? It's just like Fiddleford and his weed.
Sort of.
In any case, he isn't thinking about whether the comparison is all that apt or not because he's too busy processing Fiddleford's words, and you can practically see it on his face. A friendly smile in greeting first, then an idle nod, then he goes wide-eyed and his heart skips a beat like someone who forgot they were getting married because honestly, sometimes, he does.]
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Sort of.
In any case, he isn't thinking about whether the comparison is all that apt or not because he's too busy processing Fiddleford's words, and you can practically see it on his face. A friendly smile in greeting first, then an idle nod, then he goes wide-eyed and his heart skips a beat like someone who forgot they were getting married because honestly, sometimes, he does.]
Uh-- Sure! Sure thing. Uh. Hmm... So.
... Summer, huh?