She didn't look at him, didn't dare. Wasn't quite sure what to say, how to initiate conversation. Maybe it'd be easier if he spoke to her. No, that'd be useless too. She wouldn't know how to respond if he spoke. Be forgiving? Be hostile? They'd never fallen out before. She sneaked a glance at him from the corner of her eye. Ok, hands up, fair cop, they had fallen out before. But that was before. Before they were together. She winced internally as it hit her. This was their first big argument as a couple.

He knew she wasn't looking at him and he knew she was doing it on purpose. Idiot. Luke ignored the fact that he wasn't looking at her back. It so wasn't the same thing. Well, he wasn't looking at her unless you counted that quick look he shot her from the corner of his eye. Just to check she wasn't looking, you understand. And she wasn't. Looking, that is. She really was the most infuriating woman. She could at least look and then maybe they'd talk and then maybe things would get sorted out and then maybe their first row would be over. Luke sighed. He hated 'and then maybe'.

Lorelai's fingers lay interlocked, resting on her stomach. She would apologize. She would. But only if he apologised first. Her neck was starting to hurt now, a dull throb persisting at the base of her skull. If she shifted position, it'd go away. But if she shifted position, she'd have to look at Luke and then he'd expect her to speak, expect her to apologize. She wasn't ready for that. And then if she didn't speak, it'd make it a hundred times worse. For all she knew, he might be ready to speak at any minute. She didn't want to blow it.

Luke's shoulders hurt. It was uncomfortable lying in this position but he didn't want to roll over. If he turned to face Lorelai, she'd expect him to say something, thinking that he was making the first move. If he rolled away, she'd be offended. Probably make the situation worse. He wasn't quite sure how that could happen, short of one of them losing a limb. This was meant to be a fun weekend away.

She should just get it over with. Hold her tongue, find her nerve, repress her inner voice that insisted on shrieking, "It's not your fault." Lorelai took a deep breath and rolled over, the thin blanket covering her legs shrugging off in the process.

"I'm sorry."

Lorelai looked in surprise as Luke spoke.

"You were right, it was my fault."

"I'm sorry too," she said, pulling him into her arms.

"What for?"

Lorelai kissed the frown lines that had appeared on Luke's forehead. "Getting angry. Falling out with you. Upsetting you. For not reminding you to bring it in the first place."

"That's quite a list you've got there, Ms Gilmore."

Lorelai smiled as she looked up at the stars illuminating the dark sky. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"The next time you drag me camping, make sure you pack the tent."