Marco's cheeks flushed, unable to hide behind his hands now that they were both in Robin's, not that he particularly minded. "Ah, it's not that I want him to be like Pops, eh? I just want him to seek his own happiness." He fidgeted again, practically unable to have such a serious discussion without hiding slightly, but he opted for converting the restless energy into playing footsies, more to keep himself distracted than anything else.
"But even questioning him inside my head is..." a small frown, "Troubling. I've always been really spoiled with Pops. Sometimes a first mate has to represent the crew's best interests to the captain without them knowing it, and sometimes they have to represent the captain. Only I've always done it seamlessly because Pops and I never disagreed."
Marco fidgeted even more and slowly turned a pink color so dark that even Grell would have approved of it. He was way too flustered about not being infallible. He just hoped Robin didn't take it the wrong way. Or find it a weakness and dislike him for it -- another road not to go down right now.
"I don't really know now if I'm doing what's right for the crew or if I'm just being selfish, and even if I am being selfish, is that really such a bad thing and--" he stopped fidgeting all at once, though his hands were still in hers. He glanced away sidelong before leaning in close to whisper into her ear.
"Have you ever been around someone who absolutely drives you crazy with their presence?" Because if it wasn't obvious yet, Marco could not seem to hold steady around Robin if his life depended on it. The knowledge of which only served to make him all the more high-strung, and neurotic about it.
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"But even questioning him inside my head is..." a small frown, "Troubling. I've always been really spoiled with Pops. Sometimes a first mate has to represent the crew's best interests to the captain without them knowing it, and sometimes they have to represent the captain. Only I've always done it seamlessly because Pops and I never disagreed."
Marco fidgeted even more and slowly turned a pink color so dark that even Grell would have approved of it. He was way too flustered about not being infallible. He just hoped Robin didn't take it the wrong way. Or find it a weakness and dislike him for it -- another road not to go down right now.
"I don't really know now if I'm doing what's right for the crew or if I'm just being selfish, and even if I am being selfish, is that really such a bad thing and--" he stopped fidgeting all at once, though his hands were still in hers. He glanced away sidelong before leaning in close to whisper into her ear.
"Have you ever been around someone who absolutely drives you crazy with their presence?" Because if it wasn't obvious yet, Marco could not seem to hold steady around Robin if his life depended on it. The knowledge of which only served to make him all the more high-strung, and neurotic about it.