the two of you tremble under the blistering cold that the night had to offer.

johnny and you had chosen to share a sleeping bag near the fire in order to at least survive the temperatures, (and mainly since there were only two sleeping bags but gyro kicked up a fuss about having one for himself) but now you both had finally discovered—it ain’t working whatsoever.

“This may possibly be the worst idea we’ve ever had—“ he sighs, still absentmindedly shifting around in place.

“And that’s saying something, considering we’ve done some really stupid shit.”