Connie doesn't make a habit of grabbing things that break too easily, because he drops his bag often, whenever he needs to run or fight, or sometimes by accident when he's climbing with it. Even with how tight Marco's got him, nothing should have gotten truly wrecked by it.

He's got another snip on the tip of his tongue but quiets at the crack in Marco's voice, and looks up at him from under the curls of hair once again in his eyes.

"Yeah, man. I'm fine. Seriously. I tried to come back after like three days but I saw a swarm that pushed me kinda far away, and then, y'know, unexplored territory and I got curious. . ."