Lennon smiles back and she hugs him from behind. “Your welcome.” She kisses his shoulder, her arms around where the top of his towel is. “I’m not too late, am I?” She murmurs.

Zenith sighs with a frown and she leans her head on his shoulder. “It’s not fair to you though, she’s never met you and she went on and on about how you don’t deserve me and crap, which is absolute bs.” She sighs again.