“Oh, I’m aware,” Scotty told Kiley, before turning to look up at Chase. “Yo, You gotta teach your girlfriend to get better at hiding.”
Marco peeked out from between his arms when Chase and Kiley mentioned Lennon, and he was glad to hear he was probably okay, even if Chase didn’t elaborate. He dropped his arms again, finally propping himself up on his elbows. He couldn’t help the glare that he shot at Chase, just for being loud and kind of frantic, and he made himself breathe precisely again. “How long does the ringing last?” He wondered. He looked to Oliver, wanting to admit that he had thought about how drugs would help then, but no one else needed to know that.