She returned to her spot on the bedroll, lying down gingerly and turning away from him, her brow furrowed nervously.
He would hear a silence before there was a sound of her shifting and walking over to him. She laid down next to him, behind his back, and looked up at the stars, saying nothing. "Nevermind."
He squinted at the sound of her feet moving, turning over to look at her. "What do you think you're doing?" His tone would be stern, but she would detect the slight playfulness.
She looked over at him, a little nervous. Her brow furrowed and she frowned at him. "I don't want to sleep alone," she said quietly, looking up at the sky again. "Even if you're mad, I want to be by your side. And you told me to be more forthright, so I'm doing what I want right now, and what I want is to be near you."
He tilted his head slightly before standing, leaning down and picking her up gently. "Fine," he muttered warmly, "but let's sleep on the bedroll at least." He set her back down in her original spot, taking his place beside her.
She made a small noise of surprise when he picked her up, looking up at him with wide eyes. When he settled next to her, she still had that surprised look on her face. "Oh. Okay, then. That was, uh... easier than I thought it'd be," she mused, lying on her side as she watched him.
It didn't take long for her arms to find their way around his waist, the action instinctive at this point.
(Zoop!) The next morning, they were even more entangled, the chilly night air bringing them closer together. June's hand had snuck up during the night, her fingers curling in his hair. Her right leg was draped over his hip lazily and her forehead was against his.
She woke blearily, blinking uncertainly as she tried to orient herself. There was a pause before she looked down at his hand on her waist and turned deep pink, her eyes wide.
She looked back up at him, studying his face thoughtfully as she gently tucked a lock of his hair back behind his ear, his sleeping state giving her a little bit of confidence.
