Sam kisses her back until she quiets, her whole body going still and sleepy in his arms. He rubs up and down her spine a bit, taking a minute (he hurts literally everywhere he can think of, feels better than he has in his entire life; it's possible he's shaking a little bit himself). Eventually, she laughs.

"What?" he asks, shifting underneath her (and god, he was right, there's such a fucking mess in between them right now, they're going to have to handle that in a sec). "Something you want to share with the class?"

He feels her smile more than he sees it, the curve of her lips against his skin. "It's just, you know." Andy yawns into his shoulder. "We make a good team."

Sam snorts, head thudding back softly against the door of the fridge. "Yeah, well." He glances up at the clock on the micro; god, it's--it is late. "Been trying to tell you."

"Mm-hmm." McNally yawns again. "Andy is learning to be a better listener."

Sam grins, nudging at her a bit with one shoulder. She's going to pass out if he lets her, which, half in love with her or not (and fuck, he is, he really is, he's gonna have to be so goddamn careful), he's not sleeping sitting up on the kitchen floor. "McNally."

"Hm?" she murmurs, snuggles closer. "It's cold in here now, Sam."

"It's been cold for a while, sweetheart. Come on."