Lennon's sudden change caught Marco off guard, and he wished that Lennon was still on the floor next to him, rather than standing by his bed, if just because Lennon's height alone put distance between them. He frowned, thinking, as if he had a real answer but forgot it. After a moment he shrugged. "Maybe they wanted us out of the snow real quick? Or maybe they wanted the house for a new experiment. Maybe we didn't do what They wanted us to do. That, um... That doesn't explain why they're still dealing with us, but... Uh, yeah. Maybe they just ran out of money and sold the town. Who fucking knows. If that's true, maybe it means we'll go home soon."
He didn't want to say that he had mixed feelings about going home, and he found himself staring at his new sneakers to keep from looking too uncomfortable at the idea. It wasn't like he thought that they would for sure be going home soon, but he also didn't want to look like he thought that going home was a bad thing.