Nam-Gyu

Nam-gyu didn't mind the games, didn't mind them at all, but if there was one thing to complain about, it was definitely the lack of sleep. Whenever Thanos's pills wore off, it wasn't just his thoughts that kept him awake, but the cold as well. The breeze, or whatever it was that snuck into that damned dorm, made him freeze there on the top bunk. No matter how much he tossed and turned, the thin blanket couldn't warm him. Fed up with it, he sits up, shifting on the mattress to align his feet with the cold stairwell. Climbing down, he passes Thanos, who was sleeping peacefully, one hand clutching his cross necklace, and Nam-gyu doesn't have the energy to wake him up and deal with him. Nam-gyu moves one more cot down to where Sam is sleeping and climbs into his ally's bed, plopping awkwardly on the edge. "Hey, buddy," he nudges his friend, keeping his voice low, and to his relief, Sam opens one eye. Nam-gyu points to the empty space on the mattress. "It's freezing up here. Can I get in with you?"