Lennon chews her lip. “I see,” she says quietly.

Carra sighs, chuckling drily at how mundane the party boy’s life seems compared to hers. She manages a small smile and she sighs. “You don’t get tired from all of that traveling?”

Zenith smiles sleepily and closes her eyes, her hands drifting down as her breathing evens out. Her eyes snap wide open and she blushes when she feels just the fabric of his shorts. However, she doesn’t know how to word the question forming on her lips.