She moved, letting his shift and scratch and do whatever he needed to be more comfortable or take more control of his immediate environment. She was blunt and sometimes very stubborn, but that didn't mean she lacked perception. She'd wanted him to be big spoon because he'd have more control of things, but he simply refused to learn. While she was big spoon she could at least be accommodating until he fell asleep.

"I don't really think you do. Wearing armor all the time gets tiring and tedious. You gotta take it off once in a while. Shit I mean, even I have to have a cry now and again just so I don't explode. I'm not sayin' peel yourself like a banana and let everyone have a go at you, I'm just sayin' I know how much it can hurt when your behavior accidentally hurts someone else you didn't really intend to. You don't have to be open and carefree, Pretty Boy. You just have to open the portcullis once in a while for special guests that you invited in personally."