Silverlight Terrace a lovely night for stargazing and poorly behaving

She seemed content with the situation, rather surprising to Atticus. However, he wasn't very difficult to satisfy either. He supposed their aimless pasts have diminished any pickiness. He followed after her to lay in the most comfortable place she was able to find and plopped down directly next to her, sides almost touching, before closing his eyes and faded into a deep slumber, one of the first he'd had in months.