This is better, Carver thinks. He sits up by the headboard, silently encouraging Bossie to lie down next to him. It might be a bad night. He can't be sure what Bossie remembers, but the tension is there. It lives in their bones, in their dreams whenever they manage to collapse long enough to dream. And it's always worse when the commander's disappointed. Bossie sleeps worse than a lot of the others, too.

Best not to think about it, Carver decides. Best not to borrow trouble. Tonight could be fine.

He snorts at the thought of Austin here, though. "Shiiit. We'd be dragging his ass out within an hour. He'd be naked and covered in glitter, with our luck."