[ he tucks the remainder of jeans things away with his, sighing through his nose as silence settles — not of any sense of frustration, but relaxed, content. ]

I can't be sure. Do you think we should ask?

[ licks his lips as he thinks, gathering the crumbs he couldn't tell were hidden at the scarred corner of his mouth as he does. ]

Maybe we should wait until someone comes back with the mattresses. So we don't have to run around looking for a familiar face.