Sasha thinks positively about cuddling with him and Z! He is very judiciously avoiding paying attention to how Marlo is very judiciously avoiding looking at any of them, because it seems unproductive. 

Z isn't avoiding that at all.

In fact, he's looking right at him.

He's not making eye contact but if Z's paying attention to his body language he isn't disapproving. He mostly seems deeply, deeply self-conscious. 

...aww.

He extracts himself from the pile and makes his way over to Marlo's side, where he starts to pull him up out of his seat.

He's not sure what exactly Deadpool is doing but he'll go where he's pulled. 

Yeah, he thought as much.

He sits Marlo down right next to Sasha and then flops across everyone's laps.

"Boom. Drafted."

"Hi, Marlo."

...wow, that's a lot of tension. Sasha leans against Marlo, tilts his head so it falls on Marlo's shoulder. 

"Hello." 

He's watching Deadpool's face instead of looking at Asher; when Spiderman leans against him he absentmindedly puts an arm around Spiderman's shoulders. 

Awwwwwwww.

Just as planned.

He's...clearly a little uncomfortable with somebody looking at his actual face for more than a second – especially somebody with a perfect fucking face – but he can power through.

"C'mon. Ignore Asher Stark for a second. Nobody's ever done it before, it'll be a new experience."

He's holding Asher's hand but that doesn't have to be a big deal.

He smiles. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, although it gets very close. "I've been doing my best." He's still looking at Deadpool's face, and very specifically not at his and Asher's hands. 

Asher is about to protest that he is VERY ignorable but decides that speaking would probably go against his twin goals here of proving that he is ignorable and getting Marlo to be less sad all the fucking time. 

"...it's not gonna hurt you, dude."

He tosses his hair out of his face a little.

"Look at the handholding. I promise nothing's gonna catch on fire."

"I thought I was supposed to be ignoring Asher." He does glance at their hands, though, and then back to Deadpool. 

...somehow he's even tenser now. Sasha could pull away, give him space, but it really feels like the thing to do is cuddle up to him more and this is the kind of instinct he's learned to trust since he got bit. 

"I've got this weird feeling that Asher isn't what's bothering you."

If he flops a little further, he ends up in Marlo's lap. So he does that.

"How long's it been since somebody hugged you?"

Marlo freezes even more at the question, then relaxes into the contact. Sasha keeps cuddling him. 

He considers the question. 

"...I'm not sure." It could be a cop-out. It isn't, though.

"Get up," Asher says, "I'm going to go talk to Natasha."

Z obediently rolls onto the floor, and then sits up, saluting Asher as he goes.

Asher bends down to kiss him on the forehead before going off to argue with Natasha about SHIELD. 

...cute. 

Marlo goes tense again — not as tense as before, but still — at the forehead kiss. Sasha is not planning to stop with the cuddling him anytime soon.

Time to come up and sit next to Marlo.

"...'ve you heard about being touch-starved since you got back from being a Capsicle?"

"I have not, but the name is telling." What are they doing.