"And you haven't even seen me in bed," he sighs out, thinking hospital bed, looking as pathetic as his noodle self could, but intending the obvious. Unforgettable, him? He knew. He loved it. He loved the men and didn't mean it in a way that would require a confession to the Father. He just looked delighted. Relieved. Up and down all over the place- he was starting to give himself a headache. He waggles his brows- he tries to bring himself down.

"And suppose I didn't even know where I was headed," and suppose he didn't want to find their camp on accident at night. "Where shouldn't I go, or would that clue cost me extra? Answer me this one and I'll be out of your hair, scout's honor."