Lennon smirks and grabs her glass of ice water. She dumps it on his head and sits on him. “And never let them get to you,” she says simply, turning on the TV.

Carra sighs and gets up. “I’ll be right back.” She goes to give Lennon an earful, when she sees Lennon sitting on Murphy cross legged. She turns back around with a wide grin. “Looks like Murphy made a friend.”

Zenith again stations her hands by his head, smiling and panting, her face flushed.