"It happens," Lennon said to Marco. "Is there such a thing as a good morning in this place?" He wasn't planning to ask any probing questions while Owen was still glowering over there. Because duh. He wasn't stupid. The guy might decide to go after him too. At least it looked like Marco had gotten one hit in.
Owen headed out, and Lennon kept his face carefully blank as the older guy gave him a look while walking past. He felt like the dude probably didn't like him anyway, given the way he ignored Lennon's charming little comments to him on the network and their stellar conversation in the kitchen that time, but whatevs. Lennon was well-used to certain types not being his biggest fans. He was a lot to take sometimes.
"Come to the kitchen with me," he urged Marco, gently nudging their shoulders together. "I was gonna get a snack."