Oh. Oh, this was nice. Sam tucked in close to Oliver, turning slightly into his side, partly because he didn't want to become self-conscious; he didn't want to be Sam again yet, or, that particular version of himself that couldn't enjoy anything. "I have to maintain some sense of mystery." He replied. "And you?"

Sam was grateful the floor still smelled so clean (he did, yes, mop it every day if he were home enough to do it).