He pauses with the canteen, dropping down to his knees and looking from Tom to Neil to Florence. He's not going to tell him to keep quiet. He meant to get to this anyway. Once again, it's Neil who kicks them all into motion.

"We're sleeping with him," he says simply, handing her the canteen. "And each other. Me and Hobbes." And the rest of it--the Island, the girls--he supposes that'll come in its own good time.