Another random quest, (GAY) (O/O) CLOSED

"Probably a good idea." Oci nodded and started out of the kitchen. "I'm going to go get some clean clothes on. You can make yourself at home, if you want." He offered Marco a small smile and left the room.

Oci headed to the room where he kept most of his 'just in case' stuff. After sifting through the clothes in the room, he found a good shirt and changed his pants. He ran a hand through his hair as he stared at himself in the mirror. What in the world were they going to do now? And would Marco even want to stay with him? Oci hoped that he would, but he wouldn't make Marco stay. If he wanted to leave, he could. But every time he thought about Marco leaving, Oci's heart stung a little. Oh, curse him, why had he gotten attached? It would only lead to him getting hurt.

Oci laughed a little and turned away from the mirror. Thinking about all this stuff was only going to drive him mad, nothing more. To distract himself, Oci chose a few small knives to keep on his person, then hurried out of the room. He was getting a bit hungry and hoped that the safe house still had some food in the kitchen. He crashed around in the kitchen for a bit, finally coming up with some pears that hadn't died yet. "Ugh, gotta get some food later," Oci muttered to himself, hopping up on the counter and taking a bite.

Oci glanced into the main room, doing a double-take when he spotted the cat on the couch. Either it was Marco, or Marco had left and let in some random cat instead. Nah, it was probably Marco. Oci considered going over to him and start talking about the future, but he decided against it. He would let Marco be on his own for as long as he needed, or at least for as long as he could.

Oci was still sitting on the counter, slowly eating his pear and thinking. He wasn't thinking about anything, in particular, just… thinking. His legs were swinging ever so slightly, and his injured arm was placed carefully in his lap. He didn't notice Marco walking into the kitchen.

Oci looked down in surprise, a smile creeping along his lips when he realized who it was. He finished off his pear and set the core down, then reached down and started petting Marco. He didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but Marco would surely tell him to stop if he wanted him to.

"Are you doing okay?" Oci asked softly, continuing to pet Marco. He knew Marco couldn't answer unless he shifted back, but he could probably give Oci a non-verbal answer. "If you want to take a shower or change your clothes, feel free to."

"I'm sorry," Oci whispered. Marco was probably feeling terrible right now, and… there was probably nothing Oci could do about it. And he hated that. He wanted to do something to make Marco feel better, but he had no idea what to do.

Oci sighed sadly. "Do… do you need a hug or something?" He asked hesitantly, his own heart tugging at Marco's sadness. "I… Is there anything I can do?"

"Alright." Oci scooted closer to Marco and wrapped his good arm around him. He wanted to use both, but at the same time, it would probably disturb the bandage, and he wanted to get healed as soon as possible. One would have to do.

Oci let out a long breath and wrapped his other arm around Marco, ignoring the twinge of pain it caused. He was going to do anything– well, almost anything– to make sure that Marco was safe and happy. And right now… well, he was probably neither. Without thinking, Oci leaned over and gently kissed Marco on the head.

Oci kissed him on the head again, then leaned his head slightly against Marco. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He whispered, his hand tracing gentle circles on Marco's back.

"Okay." Oci nodded slightly and continued to hold Marco close. "Just so you know, I'm going to be going out later to get some more food. You can come, if you want, but you don't have to."

"Hmm…" Oci sat there a little longer with his arms around Marco, then let go. "I'm going to go now, before it gets too late. And… Sorry, but I have to know… are you going to be staying with me, or going off on your own? I just need to know… because that way I won't get too much food." The last part of the sentence was a lie. He wanted to know so he wouldn't have any hope that would get crushed.

"You are? Wonderful!" Oci tried not to smile too much, but he wasn't sure he was totally successful. "I'll, uh, get enough food for the both of us. Is there anything specific you want?" He asked, hopping off the counter and turning to face Marco.