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“Shift over.”
“Hogan,” Klink warned, blue eyes peering at him in the darkness. “Schultz-”
“Sees nothing, knows nothing, and says nothing,” Hogan replied brightly. Too brightly for the ungodly hour, but that was just Hogan. Wide awake until the second he fell asleep and wide away the second after he woke up. “Besides, where else am I supposed to be to protect you from Mr X?”
Klink harrumphed, pointing at the door. “The couch, Hogan.”
Marginally better than Hogan's barracks, but not what he had in mind.
“If I was Mr X, I'd go straight for the guy in the bedroom,” Hogan said, adding on an entirely redundant, “sir.”
Klink stared shrewdly at him, far less bumbling than he appeared 99.99% of the time. Here, in the quiet darkness, he could afford to shift away from the persona that was as much as shield for himself as it was for Hogan and his men. “Thought a lot about how you would assassinate me, have you, Hogan?”
Hogan was not going to admit that the topic was a debated on between Newkirk, LeBeau and Carter - he didn't much like the idea of losing three of his best men to the cooler for a month.
Instead, he gave an insouciant shrug. “Only as a theoretical exercise to prevent it.”
Klink hummed again. “The couch, Hogan,” he insisted.
“Fine,” Hogan shrugged, not moving an inch. “But if another accident happens and I'm on the couch too far away to stop it…”
Hogan left the thought hanging, trusting Klink to imagine the appropriate ending.
Klink scowled, entirely for show. He shifted to the right, lifted the covers with a glower, and muttered, “Get in. Go to sleep. And be gone before roll call.”
“Whatever you say, Kommandant,” Hogan grinned, slipping into the warm sheets. “Fair warning, I'm a cuddler.”
Klink's eyes rolled in the moonlight. “Hogan.”
Hogan heard the fondness in his name and chuckled. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”
“I'm warned,” Klink harrumphed, shifting into a more comfortable position. “I’ve been warned. You're warned that if you don't shut up and go to sleep you'll be sleeping in the cooler. Now-”
“Go to sleep, Kommandant?”
Klink scowled at the ceiling, praying for patience. “Why do I put up with you?”
Hogan knew the answer to that one. “I'm irresistible.”
Klink harrumphed once more, but didn't disagree. “Goodnight, Hogan.”
Hogan grinned, biting back his laughter. “Sweet dreams, Kommandant.”