"Should be there in a few hours," she murmurs, fingertips stroking through the short crop of hair behind his ear. The corner of her lip tugs upwards a bit at his words and she shifts, climbing into the cot next to him.
"Scooch," she mutters, and even if there's not a huge amount of room, she manages to fit in flush up against him.
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"Scooch," she mutters, and even if there's not a huge amount of room, she manages to fit in flush up against him.