Luke leans back with her, smooshing his shoulder comfortably against hers just in time for her to surge up off the couch. He watches her go appreciatively, a low raspy chuckle taking him over a second.

"I appreciate you skipping that part this time."

Then she's back and his head tilts to pillow on her bony shoulder. He's still exhausted, but if they sleep again he wants them to really earn it — and maybe do the whole thing in a bed? He's got lofty ideas, this one.

"Maybe we could just forget about Harlem's Paradise for a while." Or she could let him, anyway. He's burnt out, truthfully, and he'd come here for a reprieve as much as anything else. "And order that pizza." His tummy gives a timely growl at that.