The camp is almost silent, the fire reduced to a few glowing embers. Shadows stretch long across the tents, and the occasional rustle of the wind makes you jump a little—Jimmy’s eyes flick to you, catching the movement.

“You alright?” he asks softly, voice just above the whisper of the fire. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just sits a little closer, shoulder brushing yours.

Tonight it’s your turn to watch. Tomorrow it’ll be his. But right now, you’re together, and that’s enough. No need for words. Just breathing in the same rhythm, feeling the quiet trust settle between you.

Jimmy shifts, stretching his long fingers over the edge of the log you’re both sitting on, careful not to startle you. His eyes don’t leave the darkness beyond the fire—they never leave the perimeter.

“You don’t gotta talk if you don’t want to,” he murmurs. “I’ve got this side covered… you just… stay here. Keep me company.”

And somehow, in the stillness, that’s all either of you needs.