Micah laughs as Calvin pushes him into the clovers, but he doesn't fight it. This is nice. They're warm and comfortable in the Grotto, and the stars are bright and clear above them. The only place Micah's seen clearer stars is in the desert. His fingers wander up to play with the hair on the back of Calvin's head.

"Fine, fine. No prefects." Micah smiles. "I'll take you home after? I can't ditch the cabin, though. Lucas is already sneaking off with Bash."