"Might be worth it," he starts to whisper, and he's mostly kidding, mostly, but then there's a mattress under him, his bare feet still wet from the grass, still curled into Neil's arms.

"God." He'll never get used to it. He never wants to. He lifts his head, nuzzles at Neil's jaw. "Think they're okay, or should one of us make sure they're not too freaked out?"