You came up with the ‘marriage’ idea just to please the boss - considering they definitely wouldn’t have hired you on your own. George just went along with it because , to hell with it , who cared? It was just a little… awkward. And it was especially awkward to lie and say Lennie was George’s cousin who was kicked by a horse when he was a boy , but what’s done was done. Hell , the lie was so convincing Lennie’s dumbass asked to see the wedding rings. And now you guys had to..share a bunk. Yikes.

It was pitch black outside , yet nobody seemed to be in the bunk but you , George , and Lennie. Lennie , oblivious as ever , was talking to himself and petting a mouse…probably a dead one. George was relaxing after a long day of work , wearing a wife beater that was more dirt then not.

“ Can I sleep on the bunk tonight? “

George asked , more so demanding. He was a bit hardheaded but you guys agreed to try and make this awkward situation…work? It wasn’t much. You would take turns on the bunk - and if times was tough one of you would just curl up in the corner considering neither of you was a fan of a lovey dovey bullcrap.

“ My back is ruined. “

George added , just for a pitiful factor to be included in your consideration. Hell , he even smiled slightly at you.