A heavy crash woke Demoman the next day, and though his vision was blurred from a deep sleep, and his body cramped from the very tight space and shoddy mattress, he could still sorta see the cause. Sniper was seated at the little table and booth, rocking back and forth and flapping his hands, accidentally knocking empty bottles from the night before in the process. The noise that had awoken Tavish was his scrumpy bottle falling to the floor and shattering.

As his vision started to focus, he could make out a somewhat distressed look on the others face, but as he started to sit up and shift about, Mundy became aware of his waking and stopped immediately. Face turning deep red as he stared at Tavish before looking anywhere but at him, the Sniper offered no explanation and said nothing until the Scot clearly needed help getting out of bed.

It was an awkward struggle, because Tavish's only good arm was numb from being slept on, so Mundy had to basically haul the heftier bloke out of his bunk. But eventually, they were both on their feet, and the Demoman was able to shake the feeling back into his arm. "Ahh, bloody fookin'. Crampin' up, now," Tavish whined, to which Sniper offered a sympathetic grunt, uncertain of what to do with himself now.

"Wot was-?" Demo started, before Sniper very quickly interrupted him. "Nothin'," he said firmly, looking at the floor pointedly before he started getting out a kettle. "Yeh loike tea in the mornin's, huh?" Mundy said, Tavish surprised at the change of subject. "Yeah, Ae like-" Tavish started, cut off again by Sniper. "Taylor's, Scottish Breakfast Tea," the Aussie stated, getting out just such a thing from the cabinet above the stove.

Only one packet was missing, and Demo's mind was racing trying to explain the anomaly of someone like Sniper knowing these tiny details that, to be quite frank, his best friend Soldier rarely remembered. It was a combination of flattering and concerning, both paranoid about it as well as ecstatic. "Yeah... how'd ya know?" Tavish questioned, sniffling as he scratched at himself while Sniper wasn't looking.

The fact that he didn't answer right away was unsettling, but then he spoke up. "Pretty obvious, Oi mean. We always got this tea in stock, and yer th' only tea drinkin' Scot on th' team..." Sniper said, and Tavish felt quite sheepish. "Guess it's pretty typical," Demo said lamely after a bit, before starting to laugh at his own paranoia.

"Thanks," He said, "Fer everything. Though Ae don't think Ae'll be sleepin' in yer bed again, soon," the slightly shorter man complained, still chuckling a bit. "Don't know how yer comfortable up there," he mumbled, Sniper just shrugging slowly in response. "Oi loike it. But maybe next toime we have a sleepover, it can be in yer room," the Sniper said, tone a bit childish and strangely innocent as he spoke.

The Scot couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, and come up closer to the other, gently patting at his back. "Yeah, sure. Next toime we'll have tae do each other's hair an' nails, though. Ain't a proper sleepover wifout that," Tavish joked, and surprisingly enough, Mundy sort of leaned in to his touch. So he smoothed his hand down the Aussie's back, rubbing at it as they waited for the water to boil, and then on through as Sniper prepared a mug for him.

Everything seemed much calmer now, and Tavish had nearly forgotten about the incident that woke him up, until he went to sit at the booth with his tea, and nearly stepped on shattered glass. "Sorry!" Sniper said as he rushed to clean things up, so the other could take a seat, his face red as he cleaned up the broken bottles and tossed the bits out, pricking his fingers on the shards but ignoring the blood that dribbled out of his digits and palms.

"Made such a bloody mess, fackin' stupid drongo," He mumbled, just barely audible to the Scot, who tried to mind his business and not pry. Though he did frown and feel guilty over the other's clear unhappiness with... whatever he'd been doing before. But soon everything was clean, and Sniper ushered him into the booth, sitting across from him and wringing a towel in his hands to stop the bleeding.

The first sip of tea was always a pleasure, especially with a dry mouth that tasted vaguely like he'd been horribly sick recently, though such was usually after a night of drinking. And neither seemed to mind just sipping their own drinks, Sniper having procured a mug of coffee somehow. But eventually the topic of breakfast came up, as Tavish stomach grumbled loudly about being empty.

"It's lunch toime," Sniper explained, to which Tavish's jaw dropped. "Slept that late? Bloody- HELL, mate, why'd ya let me sleep in?" The Scot groused, Sniper smiling lopsidedly as he tried to process whether or not the other was truly bothered. Tentatively, Mundy spoke up. "Wanna git some burgers fer lunch?" He offered, pushing his glasses up his nose as he gave the other a quick once over.

Far too tempting, the Demoman could not refuse, and nodded in agreement as they both finished off their drinks. "Ya payin'?" He asked, and Mundy nodded, which brought out a big smile on the darker man's face. "Aw'right, yeah. Burgers, sounds good," Tavish agreed, letting Sniper take his mug to rinse off and put away. "Roight, we aughta get yeh changed first..." the Aussie contemplated, and after an agreement to that as well, the two left the campervan to go get clean and dressed.