Ted was a man of habits. These habits could prove to either be irritating, annoying, or the occasional endearment. He was lucky enough, again, to find someone who would often notice them as endearing. Of course, he deserved more than half the reprimands he got from his wife. He never killed anyone, no, but because he was a man of habits, the less than perfect (which is most of them) habits were magnified more than a normal man's habits. However, because Ted only had one drink in him and he wasn't causing a huge commotion in a sleepy household, his habit of nearly constant physical contact was most likely excusable.

A tired Ted usually amplified this habit and he usually found his affection rather innocent and excusable, but he knew for sure that it was more than excusable when he heard Andromeda's response and felt her weight lean back on his own. It was nearly therapy for him, the warmth of her, and the knowing fact that she was comfortable. Once she leaned back, he knew he was off the hook for whatever he may or may not have done.

Because the lights were nearly all off, the quilt was on them, and his hip joints were rested on the cushions, Ted would have sworn he'd never been more comfortable. Knowing he had probably woken Andromeda up from whichever cycle of sleep she was in, Ted took the opportunity to keep her awake a bit longer, despite how tired he knew she was. Also, despite the fact that he suggested she go to bed without him most late nights, he leaned his forehead against the back of her head and said, "Why are you awake? I expected to come home to a warm bed with a woman in it." He was joking, of course. He knew all too well the power of an insulted woman, his sister had made sure to never let him forget it.