[ marco pales a little at the last bit of what arcee says, even though he's intent on preserving the stupid teenager act. ]

Whatever, okay. I'm not dead yet, and I've got other stuff to stress out about, and I don't wanna like, worry about shit I can't control, right? All I know is that I'm stuck here and I just need to keep my head down from now on.

[ he stops walking because they're back at the pizza shop, but there isn't really much for him to do besides wait for another call, so he sits on the step outside and assumes a thumb-twiddling position, leveling a pointed look at arcee as if he's expecting her to leave. ]