"Shut up. You damned phoenix. It's late and I'm tired and we have a long ass day tomorrow," Thatch said but he was crying too, damnit. Again. He didn't want to hear it but he did. He didn't want to believe it and he wanted to trust it so much it hurt. Right now he couldn't decide. Right now he couldn't even think. Right now he was too damn exhausted to think.

"Let's just go to bed, aye? Can we do that? Please? Will you have me?" It was a stupid joke but a desperate one. He couldn't do this right now. He couldn't push anymore or he would break and tomorrow would be even more hell than it was already.