[Richie groans softly, turned and frowning in his sleep. Who the hell is touching him? Backpack? No. Human. Flat chest. Dude. He squirms pushing at the arm to get away from the extra heat.]
V...[his voice is soft and annoyed], get back on the floor. You promised I could have the bed next time.
[Except that next time didn't happen because Richie got kidnapped and sent to prison. Richie's eyes open. If it's not V, then who...?]