“G-g-good night, Rohan.”
“Good night, Em. Good night, Yoshi. Good night, Hewlett. Good night, Ixaax.”
“Good night, Rohan.” Hewlett was all smiles, still visible with the light from the van door being open.
“Buenas noches, Manny.”
Just when AC thought Rohan and the others might go on forever, “Good night, everyone,” Manny pulled the door shut and nipped it in the bud.
AC was used to sleeping on the floor of the van. He liked a solid surface for slumber, and hardly ever bothered with the mattress at all, usually opting for just a sleeping bag. He’d unzipped it all the way around, to spread the soft, thinly padded fabric out flat, to offer the slightest bit of cushioning beneath himself and his new friends.