"Oh. Oh you poor, brave son of a bitch. No, you're not stupid at all."

She sets the plate in front of him. "Eat till you're full, I'll set you up a place to sleep." A quick dig through her first aid kit and she taps out a sedative pill. "Take that with water if you want the help falling asleep." Her bed's is all storage under it (and also, slightly creepy to have somebody sleeping under), but she's got camping gear she'd gotten secondhand when she first moved in and was working on affording a bed and such. Push the sofa away from the wall on one end and cover it with a blanket: instant shitty blanket fort. Sleeping bag and another blanket for sleeping in. Should, she hopes, feel safe enough.

She does snap her fingers, remembering, as Marco wipes away the tears that haven't fully fallen and curls into his safe place. "Untape your tail to sleep. You'll want to get used to the nonhuman morphology and letting yourself find the most comfortable sleeping position with all of it in play lets your proprioception adjust." Hard-learned lessons. She curls a tentacle in the air in front of him, playing at being a snake as she slides it back and forth. "We're a very pro-transhuman household here. In all it's shapes and forms."

He's out cold within minutes of laying down. She checks to see if he took the sedative or if he was just that tired (both), and settles down to plan a campaign. Problem one. She's got hard limits on how long she can stay away, even with some of the really good stimulants she's got tucked away in the first aid bag. Marco probably has the will to drag himself through all the really nasty depressive parts, given what he's done so far, but she's known him about 15 minutes at this point. She wants to be sure. And that means bringing in other people, to her apartment, which is currently watched by all the reporters and has suddenly somehow become even more hated by the cops. She can manage the first 24 hours easily here, but she needs to get in touch with Black about the drive without drawing attention to either of them. Marco could be wrong about how much cop attention he pulled, but he could also be right. And till she knows, be paranoid.

The first message's easy. DM York. He'll do it.

Persephone: i need you to drop by for about 9 hours tomorrow.
Persephone: 9 and a half if you want the explanation why.
Persephone: let me know before 11pm tonight when you'll be here, i need the right dosage the first time.
Persephone: bonus if you can dodge the reporters out front on the way in/out

The second one... she waffles on sending it. It's close enough to deception that she really doesn't want to. But it's the best shot she's got.

Persephone: hey pink? mind actually stopping by tonight?
Persephone: it's a bad night and i'd appreciate the company

She hesitates for a second, sends a black heart, and slides the phone away from her. Please get the message.