Charlette’s dejected demeanor was understandable and warranted.  And Paul immediately felt like shit for being its cause.  It was as clear as the night sky to see on her face.  She pulled away from him, apologizing and wrapping the blanket over herself in the process.<br/><br/>He looked at her, feeling somewhat dismal himself.  The last thing he wished for was to lead her on, and this is exactly what he believed just happened.  “No Charlette, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me,” he said.  “So yeah, I’m sorry for that.”  Placing a hand on her shoulder as a sign of comfort, Paul concluded, “Besides, a deal’s a deal, and if I remember correctly, the deal was to spend the night outside.”<br/><br/>Paul smiled at her, though he was unsure as to how radiant or weak the smile appeared to be.  Making himself comfortable alongside her under the blanket, he stated, “So we’re spending the night outside.  And I tell you what.  I got your back if you got mine, making sure these slasher shitheads don't get us tonight.”  This time, he made sure his smile to her was as glowing as possible.