Next time we'll switch. I'll sleep on you. [ Booker would never impose like that. Not just because she was still adjusting to the touchy ways of the group but also because as mostly muscle he was heavy.

No one needed his weight trapping them against a couch or bed. That was how he thought of it, at least. ]

I want coffee and fresh bread. [ He sat up and stretched his arms above his head, shirt riding up a little before he relaxed. He ran a hand through his hair, mostly messing it instead of fixing it. ] And maybe some fruit. We'll see when we get there.