Details all the same as before
Cuddling somewhere
Sam noticed that whenever Ed didn't actually have a project to work on or a program to tweak, he had a habit of turning into Captain Narcolepsy. It didn't matter what time of day, if Ed somehow had a spare, slightly large chunk of time, he'd hole up under his desk and nap. Or more likely Sam's desk. Sam's office was much quieter and slightly more remote than Ed's, and Sam was honestly not in there as much as he should be, so Ed had taken up the habit of hiding under the desk where it was dark.
That day, Sam was fairly certain that Ed had a migraine or something, because he'd migrated from his office to Sam's by nine-thirty and at eleven, it didn't look like he was moving any time soon. Content with the warmth of Ed's body around his lower legs, Sam worked, occasionally looking under the desk at the pained programmer. Finally, he shot off an email to everyone important that he was hiding.
"Hey, Ed, let me go, I've gotta go shut off the lights." There was a soft grumble from somewhere under the desk, and Sam's legs were let go of, the warmth receding. Smiling, Sam scooted back, standing to turn out the lights in his office. He could hide under his desk with his friend for a few hours.