After a long and lonely journey, you finally arrived to Camp Half-Blood at night.

Most of the campers were already resting in their cabins, but you managed to find one. The camper guided you to the Big House so you could speak to the camp leader.

You met a sleepy centaur who had dozens of curlers in his tail. He sent you to the Hermes cabin after a short conversation.

After he pointed you on your way, you traveled to the cabin. Despite the change of scenery, you kept your eyes on the Hermes cabin. You were more interested in resting than looking around.

When you opened the door, your eyes dilated. You tip-toed into the cabin and shut the door behind you. Your arms stretched out in front of you and you tried to navigate your way through the unfamiliar room.

During one step, you felt a squishy, hard thing beneath your foot. Immediately, you heard a young boy's yelp from below. "Ouchy, that was my hand," the boy complained from the ground.

"Sorry!" you apologized, feeling guilty. "Wait, why are you sleeping on the floor?"

A beam of light appeared and focused your face. You squinted your eyes as you recovered from the sudden bright flash. "Turn that off," you hissed.

"Whoops," a guy said before the flashlight turned off. "I forgot that there are new batteries in there."

"It's okay."

You heard some shifting in the darkness and some metal clanking. Then, a lantern lit up.

You noticed the dozens of children in sleeping bags on the floor. "Why are they sleeping on the ground?"

"Because no beds are available," a voice said from beside you.

You turned to see a guy in his late teens. He had tangled brown hair and wore a camp t-shirt with plaid pants. He looked up at you. You wondered if he was tired, or if he always looked suspicious. He had this natural smile that would cause you to check your phone (if you didn't throw it into a pond earlier).  "I'm Connor, by the way."

"Okay, so where do I sleep?"

"I could make some room in my bed," he offered.

You rolled your eyes.  "Ha ha, very funny.  Can you just answer the question?"

His lips tightened.  "I'm serious."

"I punch in my sleep," you warned him.

He shrugged.  "I've been punched before."

"I bite."

"Can't be that bad," he claimed.

"I also kick."

"That's fine.  I cuddle," he flirted.

Your fists tightened.  "I also snore like a train," you lied.  "So I guess that I'll be taking a sleeping bag."

He sighed, giving up (for now).  "Fine.  Well, the bunk above me is empty, you can take it."

You heard gasps from around the room.

"I'm too tired to get the sleeping bag, plus it's too dark.  It'd wake too many people up," he reasoned.  "So you can use the empty bunk, but only for tonight."

You furrowed your eyebrows, questioning why there were so many gasps.  You wondered why it mattered that he offered you that bunk, but you were too tired to argue so you slept there.

Explanation of why that bunk was important:

Ever since Travis moved to college, Connor missed him so much that he never allowed anyone to sleep in Travis' old bunk.  He kept it empty because it just didn't feel right to have someone sleeping where Travis is supposed to sleep.  So, when he allowed you to sleep there, it was him basically saying "I think that we're going to be close enough to fill in the hole Travis left".  Plus, he wanted you to stay close.