Felix was honestly surprised that Lennon hadn't excused himself to go check on the twitchy blond, but he wasn't ready to convince himself it was because his own presence was just that appealing. Maybe things were a little more complicated with their whole group than he'd initially thought.
"Not until he shows up," he scoffed dryly, like he most definitely wasn't keen on the idea. "I'm not really looking forward to a game of who's gonna kill who first if he does. Like shit wasn't complicated enough around here, especially in the last few fucking days." He was trying to lead a little, like one thing might be related to another, but he found himself grunting legitimately in discomfort at the memory of the body. He supposed that added legitimacy, but without the benefit of of being unaffected. He raised a hand, knocking it against the wooden frame of the loft as he sighed, "for the unspoken what else could go wrong around here that everyone in this fucking house is probably thinking. Or...colony. Or whatever the fuck we're calling ourselves as a group now."