The tent smelled like plastic, grass, and the faint sweetness of marshmallows that had somehow fused themselves into everything we owned tonight.
I was sitting cross-legged on a sleeping bag that was very clearly meant for a child, trying not to laugh as Josh rolled around like a caffeinated puppy, his torch flicking wildly across the tent walls.
"Emma, look!" he said for the fifth time, shining the light under his chin. "I'm a monster."
"You're the scariest monster I've ever seen," I said solemnly, hand to my chest. "Absolutely terrifying."
Nicholas snorted from the other side of the tent, where he was pretending...very badly...not to be entertained.
He was leaning back on one elbow, long legs stretched out, his phone forgotten beside him. Now and then, his eyes flicked to Josh, softer than he probably realised.
Josh crawled over to him, invading his personal space without an ounce of hesitation. "Uncle Nick, you didn't even scream."
