Lennon was accustomed to Marco enough by now that it didn't bother him when his friend had a few weird moments. That was simply how he was, and it was okay. Everyone was weird in their own way, himself included. "Maybe I'll make it weird next time," he said, amusement in his tone. "Something for you to look forward to."
He guzzled down the rest of his soda and muffled a burp with the back of his hand. "I'd love to be a badass," he mused, resting his head against the back of the couch and gazing at the ceiling. "One of the ones that's always cool and always gets the chicks... and dudes in my case." He wasn't likely to become one, but so what? He'd been kidnapped and taken to some random house with a bunch of other people. Badassery should be low on his list of concerns.