They were curled up in the lower bunk together, Anders on his back with his head in Karl's lap and with Karl's fingers in his hair, gently detangling it only to make new tangles afterwards. Anders sighed, close to being content. He hated the tower, but he had missed this.
"The worst part was the acorns," he said, halfway through his second retelling of his most recent escape, mentally adding besides being caught.
"…Acorns?"
"They make the worst sound when you step on one. It's hard to explain, it's really something you have to experience to fully understand. You should come with me, next time. I'll show you."
He might say it with a mischievous smile, but he meant it with all his heart. Karl should come with him.
