[He can see it, the minute she shifts from sharing things about herself to not sharing, and abruptly he feels a little stupid. A little vulnerable. And both of those are things Marco really cannot tolerate being. Chewing his lip for a moment, he regains his composure, then huffs out a laugh, brushing it off.]

It's fine. I'm not looking for sympathy, it was just kinda cool to run into someone who gets it.

[It's as dismissive and breezy as he can manage.]

Of course. Anyway, if you really want me to use that incense, I'd like to. I'm not going to take it from you though, why don't we share?