"I'll be in the grass."

Sweeney has no desire to stay here, somewhere that strangers randomly show up unannounced. At least in the Greenhouse, he has a better chase of seeing them coming and has a bit of a home field advantage.

He taps his ash and tips his head before he starts to the door, ready to make a straight shot to the knoll. He didn't realize how much he's craving the touch of the grass and the smell of the earth until just now.