Casper rolls his eyes but follows the other boys into the tent without protest. He silently considers sitting directly on Ulysses' stomach to prove a point (that point: there's only so much space in here Quayle, don't be an asshole) but doesn't. He drops down into the one corner of the tent that's still unoccupied instead, no wanting to put himself between either of the couples and only belated realizing that he's made himself into a fifth wheel. Hopefully Wilde will track them down soon.

He pushes back his dark hair and nods a greeting to Kenzie and Iliya. If they were trying to have a privae conversation about Cameron or anything else...he supposes they would've closed the tent flap. Or should have.