Wil sighed, glancing at Rath with fond exasperation. He had no idea why Rath started laughing at about a third of everything Wil would say recently. He thought not even Rath knew why. Now Wil was stuck, watching the campfire burn away, as Rath had managed to laugh himself to sleep this time, his head now resting comfortably on Wil's lap.
He looked down, lightly stroking Rath's hair, a small smile still present in his handsome face even while asleep. Not that Wil minded much, if at all, really. He would rather stay here all night than to disturb him.