Lennon batted at the keychain Felix clipped on him, smirking as the other man took off. When Marco got closer he glanced over and then reached for the soda to hold it in an openable position. "Weirdos are my people," he agreed. "Guess that means I'm one myself, yeah?" He didn't mind it. He'd used to care intensely what other people thought of him; it was amazing how being taken from his old life and having to adapt to so many different circumstances could change one.
"How far up do you have to stick it?" he asked out of idle curiosity.