Sam collapses into bed at three in the morning, exhausted and numb from the last few hours. There's self care to be done, he knows, especially after tonight. There will be time enough for that in the morning. For now, sleep comes first.
Beside him, Steve stirs from underneath the covers. "You're back?" he asks blearily. He doesn't even open his eyes. Sam hums in agreement. He's too tired to do much else. Steve shifts a little. "You okay?" he asks.
"I will be," Sam assures him.
Steve hums sleepy and tosses an arm over Sam's torso, holding him close. "On your left," he mumbles into Sam's neck.
"You're so annoying," Sam says. There's a smile in his voice and he lays a hand against Steve's forearm.
"You love me," Steve tells him.
"Yeah," Sam murmurs, body finally relaxing against the mattress. "I guess I do."
