"Only if you stopped working on your gear at the same time!" Marco laughs back, returning that elbow by reaching up and ruffling Jean's hair. Why's he so tall now! Spoilsport.

His heart is warmed by that faith, and Marco's smile literally can't get any wider. "You too, you know."

After a moment, he hums, and reaches up to cup out his hands. Some of the fireflies land in his open palms, and he gently deposits them into the jar.

"I think we should release the fireflies back here in a little bit... it seems wrong to keep them in here forever."