Davin lets out an exaggerated sigh and crawls out of the tent, looking around at all their supplies and then grinning up and James. "As long as that experience includes me bangin' my insanely hot boyfriend in a tent, I'm good."

He laughs and leans up for another kiss, and then steps over to a flat spot of scorched earth, leaning down to brush the dried leaves and debris away from it. "Okay, Ranger James. What's next? We make fire?"