Lennon had his eyes shut as tightly as he could manage, and he'd lifted the neck of his t-shirt over his nose and mouth, as if breathing slightly stale air could combat that smell. Maybe if he didn't move this would all go away, maybe it would un-happen. He wanted to believe the body wasn't real, that it was some kind of setup to fuck with them, but deep inside he knew it was. If nothing else, the reactions of the others had convinced him of that.
What if that had happened to Chase when he'd been out here? The thought started his eyes streaming, although he didn't make a sound. Remaining plastered against the tree in mute misery was all he could seem to do right then.