And that’s exactly what you did, crashing for the night with your eternally adorable co-commander. By some act of God, the remains of the duvet still managed to preserve what little decency the two of you had, your respective clothes having long since been ripped to shit and pulled off by the other party, in that order. For her part, she was splayed out on her back on the other side of the bed, still within easy reach of yours truly.