[He reaches for Marco's pajama shirt, lying beside his pillow at the head of the bed, and tosses it into Marco's lap. Then he's already halfway to the dresser, yanking open a drawer and pulling out the heaviest sweater he can find, and a thick pair of socks too, which he brings to his friend. He settles down next to him.]
How far did you have to walk? They didn't drop you way out in the woods, did they?
[He doesn't mean to keep rambling. It's just that he can't stop. Even as he asks, it sinks in him like a stone that the cold is not the only cause for Marco's violent trembling, and he feels helpless, and frustrated by it. He doesn't even know if Marco was kidnapped, or if he died, again with nobody knowing... Something would be missing...is there anything missing? Can Marco really not remember anything either, or is he like this because he does remember?]
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How far did you have to walk? They didn't drop you way out in the woods, did they?
[He doesn't mean to keep rambling. It's just that he can't stop. Even as he asks, it sinks in him like a stone that the cold is not the only cause for Marco's violent trembling, and he feels helpless, and frustrated by it. He doesn't even know if Marco was kidnapped, or if he died, again with nobody knowing... Something would be missing...is there anything missing? Can Marco really not remember anything either, or is he like this because he does remember?]