There were people talking. That was what finally awakened Lennon. At first in a hazy, dream sort of way he thought it was the television playing. But wait, he didn't have a television. He was also overly warm and didn't feel as if he was lying down, exactly. When he'd gone to sleep he'd been miserable, and his face still felt stiff and his eyes a little swollen. Why was it so hot?
Lennon opened his eyes and discovered that he was in a chair, in a strange place, but thank God not alone. Instantly he swiveled his head around, looking for people. Juno. Chase. Tobias. Marco. Kiley. Okay, he could breathe again. A couple of the people were new enough that he hadn't really talked to them, but they were there too. He instantly kicked off the sneakers he had on and pulled off both his jacket and the long-sleeved t-shirt he wore under it. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "It's too hot for this many clothes. Also, what the fuck is this?"