Chon sat staring out at the horizon. The sun had a few hours until it was set to rise, but he couldn’t sleep. How Ben could sleep at a time like this — how either of them were able to sleep until they got O back — was beyond Chon. But they would all sleep tonight, all three of them in the bed they shared together. Chon swore on Ben’s god that this would never happen again. He would make sure of it.
From the bed, Chon heard Ben stir. Closing his eyes, Chon dropped his head slowly. Ben did need his rest more than Con did, but Chon wasn’t about tell Ben to go back to sleep. If the anxiety wasn’t going to keep him awake at night, Chon wouldn’t fault his best friend for waking up because of it.