"Can I have my bedroll?"

"Can I have my bedroll?" You ask.

His entire body flushes red. He sits up and takes your discarded undershirt and cleans himself off. Glaring at you, he pulls himself together, gathering his things, including your bedroll, and walks to the other side of the campsite. _'You can have the one you messed on.' _He growls, laying out the stolen bedroll and settling into it. You smirk, settling down on the soiled bedroll and getting comfortable. You grab your already soiled undershirt and clean yourself up, chuckling.

'Shut up!' He hisses at you. The two of you settle into silence and then you allow the warm grip of sleep consume you.