Gareth's POV

I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I looked over to see if Sadie was still asleep, only to find a lone note in her place.

I picked it up and chuckled to myself as I read what she had written.

"Went out to take a piss, didn't think I had to wake you for that.

I'll probably be back by the time you wake up anyway, sleepy little shit.

- Sadie, who the fuck else?"

I quickly laid back down, pulling my sleeping bag cover back over me, as I heard her footsteps approaching, to pretend I was still asleep.

"Nice try, Gar." She snickered when she entered, crossing the room to return to the couch.

"Oh, did you leave? I was just waking up." I fake yawned.

"Mmmmhmmmmm..." She smirked, arms folded. "Where's the note I left?"

"Iiiiii don't know what you're talking about..." I lied, trying desperately not to laugh.

She leans over to pick up her note, which I had forgotten to return to its spot, and flung it at me.

"Maybe this will jog your memory."

"...Oops." I snickered.

"See, this is the EXACT kind of shit that is why I've always told you you'd make a SHIT serial killer!"

The Archer very audibly scoffed from the other side of the door.

Sadie got an evil smirk on her face.

"I'm sorry, YOU SAY SOMETHING, HONEY?" She called out.

"Just ignore him, pleeeeaase?" I pleaded.

"Awww, come on, I'm just having a little fun. You know that."

"Your little fun" I sighed, emphasizing the last part. "Is what's gonna set them off."

"They already hate us, Gar, what's there left to lose?"

I just shrugged.

I still wasn't any more on board with her little provoking them game, but I also wasn't thrilled about any of them listening in on anymore of our private matters than they got to.

"Run into any trouble out there?" I asked instead, changing the subject.

She shook her head. "Nahh, just a couple dead ones. Nothing exciting."

"JUST a couple dead ones?"

"I can take care of myself out there, Gar" She scoffed.

"it's not just you I worry about, you know." I reminded her.

"Rephrasing, I can take care of US out there." She corrected, taking my hand. "The guys were out there, if it had gotten any worse than that."

"Ohh, that's comforting." I chuckled. "Those guys could sleep through an entire HORDE of em."

"And yet we keep em around." She snickered.

"...fair..."

"I think it is." She snickered. "You know, Gar, if it means that much to you, I guess I'll just wake you up the next time I have to take a piss."

"Why are you even going outside to piss, anyway? Don't they have...some kind of bathroom in here? I mean, if they have this room...and a couch..." I pointed out.

"I need the fresh air." She chuckled. "You know I can only be cooped up for so long."

I nodded. "True, true. I might just let you, then."

She climbed back down from the couch, to come straddle her legs around me again, as she sat."

"LET you, let you, Gar?" She smirked, pinning my shoulders.

"Ow, okay, you win." I laughed. "You win, you have cooompleeete control over me."

She leaned in closer, to whisper in my ear. "That's what I like to hear."