Gabe cracks an eye as Sam walks in and takes his jacket off. "Nice, Sammy. Think I can get you to strip the rest of the way?"
"Not in your dreams. Scoot."
"Nope. My bed."
Sam merely raises an eyebrow. "Don't make me move you."
"Even better. Being manhandled."
"In the rest of your dreams, Gabe." Sam sits down on the edge of the bed. "C'mon, scoot."
Gabe sighs theatrically and slides over, pulling the covers over his shoulder. "The things I do for you."
Sam snorts. "Yeah, yeah, you're a real martyr. I'll be sure to have you cannonized."
"Already an archangel. No need to be cannonized." Gabe says with a grin.
"Shut up and go to sleep." Sam says, stretching out.