Marco hadn't been out in the barn for too long. Long enough to peer into the first stall and decide that that wasn't something he wanted to mess with on his own, and long enough to duck into the second stall and start pulling shirts on over what he had worn in, just seeing what fit him. Lennon had appeared just as he pulled a red and yellow tye-dyed shirt down over him, and he glanced up at his friend, holding his arms out to his sides as he judged the fit.
"I always gotta hope they put out clothes my size," he told Lennon with a chuckle, turning a little like he was modelling the shirt for him. "I think this one's okay. Dude, did you see the fucking bear traps?"