Marcus successfully ditched the sweater in the bins near the kitchen. It took some time since he chatted with a kitchen worker that noticed him. Not wanting to seem shady he politey asked about some random made up diet concern and made as though he had shyly been waiting to ask this question for days.<br/><br/>He kept Tao within arms reach and herded him to a back table. "Have a seat there and don' go to sleep."  He grabbed a small assortment from a snack shelf designed for that purpose. They had taken too long and missed the evening meal. Due to eating disorders being something they treated hear as well he signed the meal log for both f them and grabbed a sandwich for himself.<br/><br/>"Here. Take your pick." He slid into the chair next to him and scooted it close enough to drape his arm around the back of Taos chair.