Stiles & Cam
With the help of the girls, Cam had managed to get the bean bag — more accurately, sandbag — toss game all set and he had set it up a little ways away from the fire, explaining to anyone who had wanted to learn how to play if they didn't know already and after a few games, he left the others to play it. It was weird, but this place was weirdly starting to feel a little more like home. It wasn't in a way that he could really explain, but he'd gotten comfortable here. It was kind of nice. Sure, there was drama, but it didn't have anything to do with him and anyway, people were people. It was bound to happen. He tended to be a peacekeeper back home, jumping in to try to mediate between opposing sides, but he'd come here to get away from his life back home for a while and so he thought it more prudent to step away from some of his old habits, mediating for strangers being one of them. It wasn't always welcome at home; he doubted very much that it would be welcome here.
The bonfires becoming something of a regular occurence was actually reassuring. In spite of all the aforementioned drama that was unfolding, people were still coming together as a community for something each weekend. Whether the rest of the volunteers realized it or not, Cam realized what the bonfire really was: it was their very first tradition separate from their customs and cultures and lives back home. They'd created a tradition of a weekly bonfire to gather, communicate, share stories, and get to know one another and that, to Cam, was a huge step forward toward becoming a society. Progress.
Seeing Stiles sitting on his own in front of the fire, Cam plopped onto the ground nearby. "Is it cool if I sit here?" he asked. If the guy was over here because he wanted to be on his own, Cam wouldn't have a problem with that and he'd just move somewhere else. But if the guy was sitting over here because he hadn't found anyone to talk to for the moment, then Cam might as well remedy that, right?