Felix glanced back as Marco spoke, then started a lazy stroke back towards the dock, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks, though."
He reached up, pulling himself up onto the wood partway so he could brace his arms on the wood, looking up at the sky and nodded. "Yeah, I probably should have picked a better spot for my clothes, but if we're gonna get wet anyway, probably not much point." He watched as Marco fed a drag to the stuffed owl, his brow arching slightly on its own accord but he didn't say anything. The smell of the cigarette had him reaching for his own pack, lighting up as he nodded to their surroundings. "Nice view to wake up to, but man is sleeping on those platforms absolute shit."