That's fair. That's incredibly fair. Marco only wishes he could quiet down the part of him that insists it isn't, that there's no good reason for this to happen.
"Okay." He clasps his hands together, squeezes and repeats: "Okay." He'll tell him either way... That, at least, makes a crack in Marco's mask, in the form of a lopsided smile. How very White Hat of Fiddleford.
After taking another moment to shut his eyes hard - because he can't shut his ears, and even if he could he knows it wouldn't help - he continues:
"And... In return," he starts, and it sounds like he very much intended to continue, but the pause lasts so long that it wouldn't be difficult to assume he changed his mind -
"In return, I won't warn him." He squeezes his hands together again, perhaps for lack of a better way to redirect what he's feeling. "I won't tell Elias."
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"Okay." He clasps his hands together, squeezes and repeats: "Okay." He'll tell him either way... That, at least, makes a crack in Marco's mask, in the form of a lopsided smile. How very White Hat of Fiddleford.
After taking another moment to shut his eyes hard - because he can't shut his ears, and even if he could he knows it wouldn't help - he continues:
"And... In return," he starts, and it sounds like he very much intended to continue, but the pause lasts so long that it wouldn't be difficult to assume he changed his mind -
"In return, I won't warn him." He squeezes his hands together again, perhaps for lack of a better way to redirect what he's feeling. "I won't tell Elias."