That wasn’t what Andy had been planning to say, but the very word filled him with longing. “I’m not going to lie; a nap sounds really good. I didn’t really sleep at all last night.” Andy glanced up at Scooter. “You’re…going to stay with me, right?”
Scooter shook his head. “No. You’re going to stay with me. My bed is bigger.”
The last of the ice in Andy’s chest thawed, and he nearly missed a step in relief. “Okay. Good idea. I like this plan. We’ll sleep. And then we’ll talk, or I will. And then, probably, I will have to go get All The Ice Cream for Kat or she’ll stab me, too.”