you can tell by the night fires
"Where's Minoth?" Addam asked. Mythra just pointed: from up high in the watertower they could see their cowboy plain as day; slumped up against one of Joey's Armus, notebook fallen to the side, Teeco likewise asleep on his non-dominant shoulder.
"Oh, for the love of... Do you think he'll read it to us later?"
"You know it. I don't think we'll be able to avoid it."
Addam let his incredulous squint shift into a crafty smile. "And do you want to, my dear?"
"Haah..."
Human affection wormed its way into everything, whether you liked it or not.
"Not a chance."