"It'll feel more like me," Lennon said. "Tobias is into art too, so it fits both of us. I might go all DalĂ on one of them-- melting clocks and shit. But yeah, I'll show you when I get it all finished." Marco's checklist was a fond memory and it also made him think of Juno, which was more of a sad one. It had been so long since she'd been gone that he was thinking she might never come back, and the only way that was okay was if she was back home in a better life. He hoped so.
His brow furrowed at what Marco said next. "Your window won't close? I guess you've tried fixing it by now, huh?"