“Do you think I can bunk with one of you guys?” “Not it.” Dylan beams, completely apathetic to Kian’s fear. “We can switch rooms, Kian,” I offer. “But I would feel more comfortable with you in the room.” Could this night get any longer? “Fine.” I’ll have to sleep on the uncomfortable sponge mattress because Kian will complain all night if he has to. And there is no way I’m sharing a bed with him because he thrashes around like he’s being attacked.
