"Fine." He sighed out the word so it elongated into several syllables. "I'll let you sleep four hours, then you let me sleep four hours, and so on until shit around here wakes up."
Johnny had no idea what store hours in the 40s were. Probably not as long as they were in 2013. People had less of a demand for things to conform to their schedules and did more conforming of their own.
"We'll find a paper first thing and see if there's anything in there."
He didn't really relish the idea of having to walk around looking for work and lodging. They didn't know the area, so that could take days. They didn't have days. In Johnny's long-term plans, they had to find something tomorrow.
The last of the sandwich was consumed, and he restrained himself from making another. It wasn't actual hunger that drove him, just the tastiness of the first sandwich. He could wait for more food. Though he did find himself wishing for something to drink.
"So what'd your mom say about you running off with me, anyway?"