Dragging Tony by his hair makes him laugh, the very idea of it all. Oh, sure, he has more hair than Justin, but he thinks it'd start falling off in clumps before it kowtowed to his hand and just let him drag Tony by it. He could try, certainly, but he doesn't think it's a wise idea, much less one that would get very far.

"I don't think that's a wise idea, much less one that would get very far. Your hair wouldn't...besides, there's no caves around. Just that tent." He gestured to it with a jerk of his head, picking up one of their rods for the marshmallows and moving some underbrush to the side to make sure it scattered throughout the entirety of their little set up. Just in case it wasn't going to work perfectly, Justin was going to go the extra mile and leave no trace untouched. "Though the tent...it's small, and it's cold out, and we do have an extra thick set of sleeping bags..."

Of course it could be fun! He's with Tony, after all. He's not sure if he means it now or later, however, so he looks up at him with squinted eyes—the sun's going down, it's getting dark, and his poor eyesight will feel like it plummeted if he doesn't make sure his glasses stay as clean as they can.

(And he will, considering he has wipes for them. And his actual case for when they finally go to sleep!)

"Right now right now, or right now later?"