“Happy now?” I asked dryly, when Gibsie and Claire were snuggled up like littermates in one sleeping bag. “You two are ridiculous.” “I told you before I can’t sleep without her,” Gibs explained, curling up like a cat around our friend. “It’s not my fault.” “And he keeps me warm,” Claire added with a sleepy yawn. “’Night, Gerard, love you.” “Love you more, Claire-Bear.”
