A two-person tent, no matter how big it is for two, still seems too small for you and Leon. How you ended up in a two-person tent with Leon is a very interesting story, closely related to your endless forgetfulness. You just didn't buy a tent.

Your friends all had singles, or if they didn't, the places were taken; and Leon was the only person you could sleep with on that cold spring night of camping.

The birds had already gone silent, the wind had died down, and so the only thing you could hear was you tossing and turning under your plaid. About every three minutes or so, you settle down, sigh heavily, and look up at nothing. After a couple more minutes, you keep finding a position that is both comfortable and warm at the same time, but it seems impossible.

Leon sighs. "Are you cold?"

"No," you whisper stubbornly in response, once again trying to wrap yourself in the blanket to keep the wind from blowing anywhere. Leon silently moves closer, and now your back is pressed against his chest. Not too close, but noticeably... warmer.

You hear Leon move behind you, and then he calls softly to you:

"Turn around."

Obediently, you slowly roll over onto your other side and see him lift his arm for you to lie under. You do as he wants, but you can't deny that you want it too.