It also appeared Clouse had created or left an indent in the snow, where he’d been resting. Which he, again, very generously expanded to allow Artyom a bit more room to settle in. Tentatively, he did just that while the other offered up more banter. Arty smiled wryly and settled opposite his company for the night, mirroring his posture so that he could still see the sky above and beyond the tree.
”And what is it you’re getting out of this?” Artyom inquired in return, only half serious. ”Cause it seems to me you’re doing most of the giving so far - and you weren’t wrong, this really is perfect.”
Warm, cozy, comfortable. With a pristine view of the light-show above. Why hadn’t he thought of it?