A bit later, his room is (relatively) tidier and they've managed to find an small old metal bed frame and a mattress for Neymar to sleep on. Unfortunately, Leo's clothes and practically everything has been shifted to under Leo's bed. He knows he's going to have a great time sorting it all tomorrow.
They've turned off the lights, but Neymar keeps rolling around, making the frame creak every 2 minutes.
Leo sighs. "Could you, not, please?"
"Mm." Neymar seems half asleep, but settles, anyway.
All he can hear now is the wind howling gently, and a steady dripping of left over droplets from the storm.