Doc could feel his face burning. Was it helping already? No, he was just remaining the awkward father figure, as always.

"It's not an ideal situation," he apologized. "I'm aware. And I'll make it up to you in the morning, I promise."

He had the same thought, and spent a minute puzzling over how to arrange them to be both warm and non-awkward. Finally he scoots up beside Marty, gesturing for them to sit side by side. It's plenty big...and while that's not the warmest position, it's a vast improvement and it'll get them through the night. He throws his old coat over his lower legs like a blanket, allowing Marty to cover the rest and pulling it closed.

"If it helps, I've finally put an end to my snoring? At least one of my inventions was successful this week...though we would've preferred the fire, I'm sure."