They had slept tucked in each other's arms and it hadn't been that bad. The next day he won the combat exercise with such skill everyone seemed surprised, even old man Phillips. He didn't molly-coddle Steve, but he subtly put himself in position to make a few of them think twice of doing more than stupid pranks. It was up to Steve to survive and thrive in those that did happen.

They slept together more often than they probably should have. They made out as much as they slept sometimes, but it was generally his decision when to venture down and take the bigger risk. No one appeared to suspect.

He was just settling into his bed pondering what he had seen today, he was drawn from that at the poke to the shoulder. "Break curfew? Alright... lead the way," he whispered back and took delicate care as always in getting out of the top bunk and then followed Steve.