George leaned against the doorframe of the small room that Roger had claimed as his own.  His room was an exact match on the other side of the cabin.  The beds were beds at least. He was also thankful that they did not have to sleep on cots or the floor.   Their little cabin was nice enough to have a couch and a chair. They were pretty old, but they were better than nothing at all.  It was the little things that made it bearable.  "Are you sure that you want to stay in bed?  I mean I don't mind getting you food and bringing it back. " He said as he ran a hand through his short dark hair.<br/><br/>He had no idea that Roger even liked men or had considered men and it definitely wasn't something George had thought about in a very long time.  George was pent up and tired. He hadn't really thought much about love at all since the loss of his wife. One of the women in the camp, Jane had tried to console him, but he was too blind to notice that is what she was doing and had eventually given up and moved on to another handsome man in the camp.   Once he had gotten his answer, he went to the diner that had been set up to celebrate the fact they were alive and it was spring, oh yeah and Easter.