Who: Lennon and Chase Where: Chase and Kiley's room When: late morning
Lennon wandered through the kitchen, grabbing Pop Tarts and juice for himself and Chase, feeling more nervous than he'd like to. It was dumb. Yeah, he'd done something stupid, and he'd been pulling away from people and moping for a little while, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now but move forward. It was extra weird because Lila was gone now, according to the list Cecilia had posted a couple of days ago. Ten people gone all at once, removed without a word, without a sound. The blonde wasn't even in the house anymore, but that didn't necessarily mean she still wouldn't be a sore spot with Chase.
Anyway, he tried to gather himself, tried to talk himself out of the strangeness he felt. It probably hadn't been that smart an idea to not eat at all the day before; possibly some of it was hunger. He'd been working his way through probably the worst hangover of his life and hadn't been able to deal with food. Once he had two packs of Pop Tarts in hand-- one chocolate frosted and one strawberry as Chase had requested-- and two bottles of juice, he made his way back up the steps to the second floor and down the hall to Chase's room.
"Knock knock," he said, kicking one foot against the bottom of the door since his hands were full.