Bunnate
Unlike most people, Nate hadn't set up the largest tent he could find. Instead he set up a cozy two man tent he'd had in his truck and zipped together two sleeping bags. The deserts could get cold and now that he'd been used to sleeping wrapped up with Bunny he couldn't consider a night where they were separated, even by cloth.
This had been taken care of when he was brisk of thought and only a jar of moonshine in. Now he was several. The night was cold. The fire was hot. He'd been caught swaying slightly, lost in the hypnotic lick of flames but after awhile of conversation and songs, loads of laughter and even enough food to keep him from getting blood poisoning, he excused himself and went in search of his Bunny.
It wasn't easy, stumbling around in the dark. He'd nearly tumbled into the fire itself but finally he found her and he came up behind her and buried his face into her neck and hair. It didn't matter to him who she was talking to or what she was talking about. Nate needed to be close.