Ty drank from his bottle again and put it down. At the end of the civilized world, who would've known there would still be booze? There wouldn't be forever, unless people could make some, and surely that would happen at some point. "I think that's good," he said of Ledger. "Longer he can stay that way, the better." He couldn't even imagine how much it would suck to be a child in this kind of world, and he silently vowed to himself never to have one. Not with so much death and chaos around.
"Futon, daybed, something like that," he said. "But the couch is fine, and yeah, a hell of a lot better than the cot." If he'd slept on it often enough, he might have tried to come up with some other type of bed, or some padding or a mattress. Something. But given that he didn't spend that much time on it, he didn't think it mattered too much.
Ty snorted laughter when she said she'd thought her back might crack in half from that cot. "If you're gonna crack your back, at least be doing something fun," he said. He'd actually had a pretty decent bed in the NYC safehouse, because he'd been there long enough to really work at finding the materials for it. Maybe one day he'd do that here.