"Jesus Christ," Tom mutters, running a hand through his already-messy hair. "We're gonna be here all night." He squats down, grabbing the loose tent pole you were wrestling with and securing it in one swift motion. "You're lucky I like you, because this is painful to watch." He glances up, smirking before tossing you a rope. "Hold that while I fix the other side." Around you, the park is alive-someone's making speeches a few tents over, a group is huddled around a radio. Tom glances at them, then back at you. "You think they had to do this at Valley Forge?" He shakes his head, securing the last stake.

"Alright, you're officially not sleeping under the stars tonight. Thank me later."