When Basch wakes it is still dark except for the glow of the fire through the fabric of the tent. For a moment he can hear muted voices outside, but they fade away again, Fran and Balthier exchanging soft words on their watch. But that is not what woke him up. There is an arm slung around his middle and a presence, warm and comfortable at his back that most decidedly wasn't there when he went to sleep. His mind is getting clearer by the second and as he hears footsteps approaching the tent he is already turning around, trying to disentangle himself from Vaan. As he moves, the blankets that covers them both slip and the cold air they let in only makes Vaan shiver and move closer, tightening his grip further.
And this is why he is lying with Vaan draped all over him when Balthier opens the tent flap a moment later and looks in.
"My, don't you two look cosy." There is a nearly audible smirk in Balthier's voice, and as is often the case Basch gets the clear impression that he is secretly laughing at him.
"I hate to interrupt," he says, sounding nothing like he means it, "but my turn out in the cold is over and you are next."
"I know, just ah," is all Basch manages before he has to stop a wayward hand. Balthier laughs outright and slips into the tent.