"We're not leavin' room for Jesus here," she grumped irritably, looking over her shoulder at him. "Just scoot in close. A pair of spoons. Its not the end of the world, y'know. I've explained it a dozen times. Spoons. Flush against each other. I'm not even facin' you so its can't even be that bad. Put your arms wherever you have to, to make sure you can sleep comfortably snug."

She huffed a sigh, flopping her head back onto the pillow, reaching to pull her braid over her shoulder to rest in front of her so it wouldn't be in Squall's way.

"Thanks for comin', anyways. I woulda been really bummed if neither of you showed..." A quiet admission, distant and distracted, as though said in passing.