*taps mic* This thing still on? *cough*
A glance at the alarm clock told Michael they still had a while before they needed to be up, even if they were to go fetch good coffee. He pulled back the covers a bit. “Come back to bed.”
Sam’s expression was akin to the rest of him, relaxed and sleepy, but he shook his head. “Need to think.”
The ice that had melted away returned to grip Michael’s heart harder. “About what?” He already knew the answer.
Sam didn’t frown, not quite, but his posture, the whole of his body seemed to twist then still, but not into relaxation. “This,” he whispered. “Us.”