Harker scoffed. "No way."
"You won't even consider it?" Blank raised an eyebrow. "It's really the only solution. I won't have to worry about you moving away to go anywhere, and you won't have to worry about me either. Though it would be troublesome if either of us receives the call of nature in the middle of the night."
He chuckled. "But then again, we're both men. What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours. We could work our way around it—"
"I said I don't want to. You go back to sleep, I'll watch over those two. I'm a wendigo now, remember? In theory, I should be nocturnal."
Blank just pouted. "Hmm, but even nocturnal creatures take a rest during the day, and you can't rest in the morning since that is when we travel up north."
"Just go to fucking sleep." Harker said with that dark tone of his.
