Ace heaved a very deep and long sigh. They didn't get what he was needing, but that was fine. He supposed they really weren't the right people for that anyway. Marco didn't care what was done as long as the person doing it believed wholly in what they were doing. He hated wishy-washyness. And Thatch well, he probably understood a bit, but he was dealing with his own issues at the moment.

"Thanks. Both of you." He said doing his absolute best to sound normal again. Change the subject, advert the problem and do something else. He was trying to do that anyway. "Come on Thatch...let's go. Marco's right. We should get some drinks; maybe even pick up some girls." Mask firmly in place...he was ready to fake being happy as long as he needed too.