Marco switched back to human and didn't smile in return. "Don't lie to me," he insisted calmly. "Talk to me idiot. You think I'm worried now? I'll worry more if you don't tell me the truth. What's wrong?" Finally, slowly, Marco blinked and knelt down in front of his brother. He didn't look concerned, just even, calm, deadpan, unflappable. Like he had to be, like he was supposed to be. "Is it flying? We can take a car if you want... but you'll have to drive. Or we could ask Grell to snap us over there, but I was thinking just the two of us for tonight, eh?" He reached out a hand and slowly poked Thatch's forehead. "Talk me to me. What's wrong? Something to do with the wound on your back? Lungs?"