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There's only one bed.
Well, there's actually several beds, in various states across town, but the closest house to both the Bachelor and the Haruspex only has one. Daniil arrives just before Artemiy, all but crashing into dreams so deep that even the pest would think twice before disturbing them, and Artemiy thinks he would have more luck curing the plague with a rousing dance than waking him. Of course, there's something to be said about why he doesn't just leave- being close means more chance to spread infection. If Daniil is anywhere near as exhausted as he is, he doubts either of them took the time to clean away all the dirt.
But maybe it doesn't matter. The pest is all around them like a fussy mother, pestering them about the time and when they should have arrived at the graveyard. They're the ones being the bad children, ignoring her directions, and she punishes them with scabs and wasting.
Either way, there is only one bed in the closest house, and Daniil curls up tight enough that Artemiy can slide in beside him, wrapping him up, and shutting his eyes. The dirt won't find its way between them. Or if it does, Artemiy will at least be able to accuse it of being a pervert.