"Shhh,you don't have to speak. Shhhh." He said gently,his voice quickly learning to be gentle thankfully,and he stroked Drakes hair still. "Shhh." He wanted to comfort Drake in anyway he could.

"Th-thank you..."

"Of course....a-anything for you." He said softly.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Drake wiped his tears, and splashed water on his face to cool off.

Marco watched him with a smile,then worriedly looked at the wet spot on his shirt. He wasn't used to using his magic on himself at all so he..didn't think of doing so to removed the darkened marking against the gray of his shirt.

"Oh, sorry... Here, take my hoodie, your shirt is soaked..."
Drake was partially hoping he would take his shirt off and replace it with the hoodie, but he knew it was unreasonable. He quickly shook the thought out of his mind.

"You sure? I-It's fine,really.There's not much longer in the day and it should dry soon." He said,hoping it would dry soon because he...didn't have much lets just say. He was working hard enough just to make ends meet to get to school.

"No no, take I have plenty..."

Marco blushed,suddenly his mind realizing what Drake was saying. "o-okay...b-but tell me if you want it back." He said softly,feeling a little shy.

"Y- yeah, it's fine, really."
He took off his hoodie and tossed it to him, blushing as he pulls his undershirt down.