“What are you doing?” “Just making my bed. Is that cool? I’ll sleep under your jacket so it doesn’t touch the floor.” “No, I don’t care about that. You don’t have to sleep on the floor.” “I really don’t mind. I appreciate you letting a total stranger crash anyway.” “You’re not a total stranger. If we’re going to share a heart, we can share a bed.” Orion’s face scrunches. “Eh, technically you’re giving me your heart. We’re not sharing. But I’m not going to ignore . . .” “A dying man’s wish?” I ask. “Hey, you filled in the blank, not me.”
