No, so don't worry about it. [Content with the information Marco has given him. Cheeks felt so numb he must still be blushing, picking up the desk he had taken. In a descent enough mood feeling the need to clean up his own mess, of all things.] It's, like, what? Going on 5:00? [Looking over his shoulder to eye up the clock.] We should grab something to eat, this stupid bet has me so worn!