He stirs; of course he's awake. He's certainly not able to sleep at a time like this, full of anticipation and maybe a certain amount of probably completely unwarranted nerves. It's a bit like being a bridegroom all over again.

"Of course I am," John murmurs. He sits up a little, the blanket falling to one side. His chest is bare, despite the chill in the air that is inevitable with camping in spring; he extends a hand to beckon Cerrit under the covers with him. "Come here. Let me look at you."