Yancey stretches out as much as he can in his dark green sleeping bag, then rolls over on his stomach as an excuse to inch a bit closer to Lachlan. It's a lovely night - had been a nice break from all the stress and studying - and although he's tired, Yancey's not quite ready to go to bed.

Feet still bouncing in the sleeping bag, he crosses his arms, tucking his wrists under his chin and looks sidelong at Lachlan. "You're not going over Hermeticism equations in your head, are you?" He teases in a warning tone.