Yes, sir. [John elbows Alfie lightly in the arm, but finishes the apple off in a few bites. He stands after that, and while he's still tired and things are still awful, they aren't quite as bad as they were.]
Night, Alfie.
[John shuffles off back to his corner, wrapping his own and Alfie's blanket around himself tightly and propping himself up on his pack. John lets his eyes slide closed, trusting the other man, even when he really probably shouldn't.]
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Night, Alfie.
[John shuffles off back to his corner, wrapping his own and Alfie's blanket around himself tightly and propping himself up on his pack. John lets his eyes slide closed, trusting the other man, even when he really probably shouldn't.]