Marco looked around at all the windows for a minute longer, then decided to take a seat on the floor, close to Lennon so they could chat, and he could watch his friend paint. "That'll make the room really cool," he said thoughtfully. "Can you let me know when you're done? I want to see. I don't have my poster that you drew anymore, and I kind of miss your art." He also didn't hate having a checklist staring him down before he left his room every morning, though he definitely missed the caricatures of his friends.
He breathed a small laugh at the idea of Lennon making himself a little cave. "I have my weighted blanket? And I use that a lot. It's kind of the only way I can sleep, especially since our fucking window won't stay closed."