[For once, Marco doesn't just straight up kidnap the chameleon, blankets and all, though by gods he was tempted.

He sets down the cupcakes nearby and kneels down in front of Espio, offering the chameleon a hand. Either to come out and join Marco, or tug Marco to the bed to join him.]

I'm sorry, eh.

I probably should have come and spoke with you after I talked to Toby.

You're not an idiot though. Or at least, you are, but not for the reason you think.

[His thoughts sound a little disjointed, even to Marco's own ears. So many points in so many circles and connecting them all is one thing, explaining them is even more yet another.]