"Cross my heart," she replies, offering another smile and curling up into the cot, leaving enough room for him to lie next to her. She's always been comfortable around him. Even in the beginning. There was something about Len and Mick that felt familiar when they were all together. Drinking, dancing, generally making trouble.

It feels better when he's closer. Warm and solid and like... home. Which doesn't make sense in the least, but it's calming as all hell.