Kakashi should have argued. Would have argued, any other day. He shouldn't be this tired already -- he'd run harder to get to Ryouma and Tsume. Run faster to reach Ginta. He'd had enough time to recover from that last rescue...

He was falling asleep sitting up.

"Okay," he said hoarsely. He ignored the surprised flicker of chakra from Pakkun, lifting his head to look at his injured mission partner. "Wake me up in three hours."

Ginta nodded. "Okay, Pakkun," he said. "You want to sleep where you are, or go keep him warm?"

Pakkun uncurled, splayed out all four legs in a full-body stretch that presented his belly comfortably to the fire, and flopped back across Ginta's lap. "If you make me move, I'll bite your testicles off."

"I'm never moving again," Ginta said hurridly. "Promise."

Kakashi snorted, hauled himself to his feet for the third time, and tried not to stumble drunkenly as he headed for the tent.

"I said to eat first!" Ginta yelled after him.

"Later," Kakashi muttered. He crawled inside the tent, lay down with a clank of armour, and yanked the blanket up over his head. Even with the recently-crushed soldier pill spilling energy and chakra through his blood, he was asleep in seconds.