What she mumbled about enjoying it while it lasted puzzled him somewhat, but it didn't seem like the time to ask questions. He wanted to ask what had happened, what had been so terrible, awful and disastrous but he also wanted to respect her telling him not to ask questions. Such a dilemma, but he could keep his mouth shut.
Once they were both seated on his very comfortable couch, Lennon got the blanket draped around both of them like it was the middle of winter and they were out in the snow. He actually had his window cracked to let some of the cooler air in and listen to the intermittent rain, so it wasn't likely they'd get too warm. One thing about living in Florida was that he hadn't gotten to do this, bundle up with someone in a warm and snuggly blanket.
Once they were wrapped up and settled in, he put one arm over her beneath the blanket, careful not to grip too tightly, and rested his head against hers. Honestly, he would have been fine if they hadn't exchanged a word. It was probably stupid with as many people here that he counted as friends, but sometimes he got lonely, craved this kind of closeness with someone else. His brows drew down slightly at her question, and he said, "'Course I know that."