"Are you serious? You're not messing me about, yeah?" He didn't want this nark to lead him in and call the cops. He doubted he'd been reported missing but he didn't want to go home and if they knew, they'd send him. He stood up and dusted the hay off him, hopeful but seriously sceptical. "Cause I'd rather not sleep out here. It's bloody cold."

And he didn't have the best gear for it, given he had to leg it out of the house. He had his winter coat but only a t-shirt under it. He looked at Ollie, the uncertainty ebbing. "... Dinner too?"