He was actually going to do it. Lennon couldn't wait to see what Pam's answer might be.
In all honestly, Lennon was a little warm-- not drippy gross swampy armpits warm but faint stippling of sweat at the back of his neck warm-- but mostly he'd said that because he wanted to know how Felix would reply. Maybe he should be a little more brave and not languish in ennui and not even try. Worst thing that could happen was being turned down, but he wouldn't be any worse off than he was already. He stood, as gracefully as he could manage from that position, and smiled at Felix. "I definitely have questionable motives, so you wanna leave it up to me?" Fuck it all. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and crammed it into the back pocket of his jeans, leaving a sage green tail hanging down behind him.