Mia’s already snoring softly into his shoulder when Jennie appears at the gate of the junkyard. She’s carrying a sleeping bag, and she looks embarrassed.
Ross waves away her soft couldn’t sleep without a question he doesn’t need an answer to, and pats the ground on his other side.
When she’s settled in, warm solid presence in the dark, he whispers: “Want a story? My grandma used to tell me...”
By the time the girl in the tale marries her lion prince his throat is parched and Jennie’s fast asleep. He touches her shoulder gently and doesn’t mind staying awake.