"Getting comfortable," Thomas repeated, trying to hide the small squeak that wanted to slip out, to give away what all that shifting was doing to him. It was early anyway and he was a teenager so things happened that he was helpless against.

"You telling me you weren't comfortable before, shank?" Thomas asked, clearing his throat. "You seemed pretty comfortable last night when you fell asleep and snored."

Thomas didn't know if he'd actually done that but he figured Krem couldn't prove him wrong.