"Hey," Lennon said, pleased to see Marco. "I never thought about if I was allowed or not." He dipped his brush in one of the cups of water and blotted it from dripping to damp on the paper towel he'd brought up here. "Couple of nights ago I started drawing a mural on Felix's wall and that seems to be okay." Hopefully he could get back to that soon, because he loved drawing and because at least half of his routine thought process now involved doing sexual things with Felix.
"I think I'm gonna keep doing it and hope for the best," he decided, getting some purple paint on his brush. "You wanna come in?"