Owen had done just enough that morning to feel productive. He had woken up, read the current bullshit being fed to them by Them, and then went down to the gym. It was kind of a pain in the ass to work out in a t-shirt and jeans, but hell, maybe if he showed strength of character, or wisdom, he'd get some gym shorts. The thought made him snort. He wasn't in the mood to suck up to anyone.
After working out for a bit and taking a shower - his clothes needed a fresh wash, but that could happen after lunch - Owen made a sandwich and headed for the study to sit and eat in peace. Unfortunately, there was already someone occupying the room. Owen knew the guy, they had spoken once before, but his name was escaping Owen's memory. Marcus? Martin? Something.
Sighing, Owen had a choice to make. Grab a book, sit and eat, or retreat to his room. Honestly, he was sick of being in his room when he didn't have to be.
"Well, you don't look like you're about to yark everywhere," Owen said, announcing himself as he walked over to one of the chairs and flopped down, his plate in his hand. "That's something, yeah?"