For all that they had a ten inch height difference, it was really easy to overlap limbs and arrange; Pete's shoulder fit neatly in Ryland's armpit, and his spine lined up neatly against Ryland's ribs.
He grabbed a sandwich and one of the bottles of beer he'd brought - drinking during the workday was totally understandable under these circumstances, but he managed to actually surrender that one to Ryland before he grabbed himself another. "More than enough. I'm not sure if we can fit you in, too, though. Sorry."