Michael wandered back with the blanket he'd secured for himself and Dorcas. "It's not all about boobs," he said, moments before he saw what Dorcas was wearing and his brain reminded him that it was actually all about boobs. He hadn't even noticed that Anthony had already taken up half of the carefully compiled cushions, his attention far too absorbed.
But still, with the positioning of two bodies, Michael had little option of where he should go. It wasn't as though he were going to curl up on the opposite end to Dory. No no. So he chose his spot between Anthony and Dorcas, closer to her, of course, lowering himself down onto the pillows and draping the blanket over her for them to share.
"So, do you want a charming religious story my mum used to tell me when I was a little boy? Or do you want a scary story? Or," he looked pointedly at Anthony. "Do you want me to tell a horror story about boobs? Because that'll be difficult." Romeo seemed a little put out by Michael and the arrival of the blanket, and how he was somehow stealing attention. "Or we could tell a story in a round? Although Ant will drag it through the gutter, maybe that's a terrible idea."
He pulled off his own jumper, it was too warm to wear that. It left him in jogging bottoms and a vest that he had been sleeping in. Maybe too much skin? He didn' want to make Dory uncomfortable.