Lennon had finished inhaling his chicken and was busily talking himself into waiting until he got back to the lodge to eat anything else. Some buttered bread would go down nice... and they had an hour's walk to get to it. Ugh. He was about to flop down on his back and digest for a few minutes when Marco handed him a pill bottle.
"Yeah, we still have water," he said, glancing to make sure. Once he'd wiped his hands on the clean part of his shirt, he got the bottle open easily enough and fished out a pill for Marco before closing it up again. What a fucking day and it was only halfway over. He slumped down too, figuring he'd take advantage of the rest break too.