"Maybe if we hang out here together, we can nap," he suggests, and it's only half-joke. Honestly, he can tell his friend's tired, and he's already stated his stance. Rest would do them both good, too, if only there were some kind of solid assurance Toothless won't break bad in the meantime and gobble Blake up, or (much more likely), that Johnny won't take over and do something arguably worse than chomping on someone.

Blake lets out a long breath and slides down next to the dragon, shoulder leaned up against the large creature. He yawns as well. "Bet we'd be safe here with each other."