Caleb looked up to Lola as he heard her voice pierce the silence in the living room, and his eyes immediately locked on her stomach tattoos momentarily before traveling back up to her eyes. He chuckled at her statement followed by: "Yeah, yeah she does. She shouldn't, though. Her stomach's not nearly as nice as yours."

He fought the urge to wince at his words as they came out of his mouth. His years of saying whatever he felt to women were betraying him now as he tried to keep their relationship platonic. A girl like Lola probably would pay no attention to his comment, anyway, so he decided to not let the awkwardness linger in the air any longer.

"And no, I'm fine." 

Caleb stood up slowly and headed to his room to grab a rolling tray and supplies for a joint, bringing it all back to the coffee table a minute later. His tattooed fingers works at the small piece of paper, and as he finished, his tongue slid back and forth lightly to seal its contents. Once satisfied, he lit it with care and exhaled the smoke up to the ceiling. A sigh of relief escape him.

"You smoke?" he asked as he signaled to it with his free hand. "Figured if we have nothing to do all day, I could catch up on some sleep."