[ as reno moves to make himself comfortable on the bed again, marco turns back to face him, coming to lean back against the drawer. he folds his arms in afterthought — not because he's particularly bashful about his toplessness, but more in contemplation. the watch affixed to his left wrist looks a little bulkier than what reno himself might have — a thick leather band wraps around the metal face, looking customized. ]

"Reserved," is what people usually call me.

[ there's an amused quirk of his mouth at that. among other things, of course, and "reserved" is one of the tamer ones. ]

It might be a few weeks, [ he answers, recalling his own experience. ] If you find some way to get kicked out, let me know. As far as I can tell, we're stuck here unless we wish it out. [ and, as reno might already know thanks to bakugo, the only "wish" powerful enough for that is the one they're granted once they win the game.

he quiets a little though, regarding the other man. he can certainly commiserate with the frustration of knowing so may of the experiences here are forced on others. truthfully, it infuriates him every day. but he's made a living of hiding those kind of emotions fairly well. ]

There are people here who don't mind doing what needs to be done. I'm sure you'll find them soon enough. It's not really a solution, and it doesn't change anything about those who hate every second of it, but if you stick to those you trust, your own experience may not be so miserable.

[ a pause. ]

And I've found that goes a long way to helping others get a little more comfortble, too.