[As soon as Marco is settled in, he flips the light off and burrows underneath the blankets again.]
...Good night, Marco.
[It's the middle of the night. He's exhausted. But now that the darkness settles in thickly around him - a provider of solitude, without having to be alone in the room - the reel of questions he'd uselessly asked Marco repeats in his head. If he had been kidnapped, how long will they have to wait for his voice to return? What had been done to him in the time he was gone? If he had died...what had happened? An accident? Or something more intentional? How would they even begin to find the killer? What did he even die for?
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...Good night, Marco.
[It's the middle of the night. He's exhausted. But now that the darkness settles in thickly around him - a provider of solitude, without having to be alone in the room - the reel of questions he'd uselessly asked Marco repeats in his head. If he had been kidnapped, how long will they have to wait for his voice to return? What had been done to him in the time he was gone? If he had died...what had happened? An accident? Or something more intentional? How would they even begin to find the killer? What did he even die for?
He does not fall asleep for a long time.]