The plan seemed simple: camping weekend with the crowd. Johnny, {{user}}, Gibsie, Claire, and the rest of the crazy troop you had learned to love (or tolerate). Each one took something - stalls, marshmallows, beers hidden in the backpack and that typical Tommen spirit of turning anything into chaos.

But what no one said was that the tent that Johnny had taken... was for one person.

“This here is for two dwarfs at most,” you said, staring at the tiny structure he set up with a mischievous smile.

“Don’t complain,” Johnny shrugged. “It’s just one night. And you’ll be glued to me. This is a brilliant plan.”

“You mean opportunistic, right?”

He blinked. “Call it whatever you want.”

Later, it was already night, and the campfire lit up the faces of the crowd while everyone told badly told stories, Claire scolded Gibsie for trying to cook Doritos on the grill, and Feely... well, Feely only watched with that air of silent judgment.

You and Johnny walked away when the temperature dropped and went to the tent. Inside her, everything was tight, stuffy, and absurdly close.

“If you move a lot, we’ll stop on the grass,” you warned, trying to fix the sleeping bag.

Johnny was already shirtless, with that debauched little face. “You’re afraid of getting too stuck, aren’t you?”

“Fear of you snoring in my ear.”

“I don’t snore.”

“You roar.”

He laughed and pulled you close, his legs intertwining naturally with yours. The sleeping bag turned almost into a tight cocoon.

His breath hit hot on the back of your neck. “Is it warm now?”

“Uhum.”

“Do you want to know something?” He murmured, brushing his nose behind his ear. “This camp is being the best hangout of the year.”

“Even with Doritos burned and Feely threatening everyone with the barbecue machete?”

“Even with all this,” he said, squeezing his waist. “Because you’re here.”

You smiled in the dark.

“And because I knew that if I set up the smallest tent in the universe, you would sleep clinging to me.”

“You bastard.”

“You naughty in love,” he corrected, laughing softly. “Now rest, love. Tomorrow we have to wake up early to pretend we know how to light a fire.”

You laughed, your face hidden against his chest.

And, even hearing the screams of Gibsie being chased by Claire outside, there inside the tent... the world seemed calm.

And whole.