"It's not the couch, or a chair, or the floor. Hell, Doc sleeps on the ground if he has to," he said, lips curling. "Of course we'll be comfortable. Even when we're not."

They suffered quietly, the both of them, even if they didn't have to. Strictly speaking.

"You do but it's real soft. Kinda cute, actually. I'd hate to hear you sick though, those big lungs of yours. Might shake down the house."