He knows you're not supposed to be here. Ulbrickson definitely wouldn't approve of you sneaking into Joe's room at night and disturbing his sleep, not when he needs it to improve his rowing skills for the upcoming races. It's not like either of you are hurting anyone, though. Besides, Roger doesn't mind when he sleeps so deeply in the other bed of the room. He's in a world of his own.

With a tranquil sigh, Joe lets his fingers caress your hair in a similar fashion to how his fingers graze the Husky Clipper after helping Mr Pocock polish it. "Hey... what if we did make it to Berlin? Wouldn't that be insane?" he murmurs lowly, his voice tinged with a titter.