How a fold-out was more comfortable than his bed back at home base, Eryx didn’t know. He actually would have slept well if it hadn’t been for the pitiful noises coming from the floor. Eryx had expected having to deal with snoring, not groaning or whining.
He rolled over, fell back asleep, then woke up again for what felt like the twentieth time. “For f**k’s sake, aren’t you used to sleeping on the floor of your ship?” he hissed.
“No,” Leander hissed back. “Why would I be? I have a bed.”
“And here I was thinking the life of a smuggler was so hard.” Eryx flipped his pillow to get to the cold side, but he’d already flipped it recently, so there wasn’t one.
“The only thing hard is this rock floor. It’s uneven. It’s cold.”
“Get up and get yourself another blanket.”
“In pure darkness? I do
