[For Chris]
Over the past few days Lennox had been sleeping a lot, curled up in the bed when he wasn't working on the building crew, dozing off and on even while Chris was home. He felt kind of bad about it, but he was exhausted for some reason. Maybe the heat was getting to him or maybe it was the work or maybe he'd just gotten to one of those natural tired parts of his life he seemed to reach now and then. Whatever the case, it was early evening and he was already in bed, sprawled out on his stomach with Hal on the floor beside him.
Chris was probably up at the Compound and Lennox was already half-awake, having napped for an hour or so. Although he hadn't managed to get up yet, his eyes were partly open as he stifled a yawn and he peeked toward the door, almost expecting to see Chris already home.
He didn't seem to be, though, and so Lennox closed his eyes again and pushed his face back into the pillow. Maybe just ten more minutes.
Chris was probably up at the Compound and Lennox was already half-awake, having napped for an hour or so. Although he hadn't managed to get up yet, his eyes were partly open as he stifled a yawn and he peeked toward the door, almost expecting to see Chris already home.
He didn't seem to be, though, and so Lennox closed his eyes again and pushed his face back into the pillow. Maybe just ten more minutes.