His blanket goes along with her Bucky-shaped pillow, so they were even. She might even admit, under duress, that she liked snuggling with him. She felt secure in the circle of his grip, slipping off into sleep, her only regret being they weren't in her bed and wearing less.

And maybe worn out from a very good time. Yeah, that'd be a nice close to the night, instead of a snow-covered car broken down on a highway.