"Less the 'not fucking' thing and more the self induced isolation thing. It kinda happens when you're trying not to die." He's been there, done that, didn't much like it. But now they're here and they got a bed and- okay. Second choice is the winner here. He herds them both in, flips up the comforter and toes off his shoes, tugging them to the bed.

it takes a little bit to get situated, tucking Wash in the middle for now, he and Carolina curled up on either side. "There we go."