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The moon hung, low and red and glittering, behind Leo, casting his hunched body in shadow — his only companion as he kept watch. After wolfing down the last of their rations the youngest of the boys fell asleep, where he's been tossing and turning for hours. Unlike the other two, who've spent years traveling and were used to sleeping outside, Fran found little to no comfort in the rough and unaccommodating contours of the desert. The fact that he must be freezing, with how little layers he had to cover himself, must not have helped, either. At times, Leo even had to make sure the brat didn't roll himself right into their fire. It was irritating, but he recognized its unintentional help; it kept him busy. Kept him awake.
But that only goes so far — rolling Fran back a safe distance from the fire once again, Leo decided to drape his own blanket over him. Even while in a restless sleep, Fran seemed to appreciate the effort taken to his comfort and soon calmed down, leaving Leo to crawl back to his spot, colder and more irritable.
The fire was nice, but it just wasn't enough in the face of such freezing temperatures. Sure, Leo had enough blankets and layers to survive — just not comfortably, especially when the needs of two others are thrust onto him. That said, he's not about to go complaining of this to either of them — he's grateful for the company, even if he can't properly express this gratitude —
A sudden jerk roused him from his dozing. Considering it woke him up, Leo should have recognized its help, too, but he didn't. If anything, he was more irritable than ever. But at least he was awake.