He still didn’t move or speak and in the dim light of the tent I saw him staring up at the ceiling with a frown. “Okay fine. I’ll just turn into a popsicle and you can feed me to the bears. I’m sure that would make you happy.” “Come here,” he muttered finally with an exasperated sigh. “Just shut up.” He lifted his arm and I tentatively burrowed into his side. He hissed when my cold hands touched him. “See? Already halfway to a bear popsicle,” I grumbled.
