He laughed quietly at the bubble wrap offer, reaching up to twist his fingers through her hair. "Don't worry about...making me anything. Just get better," he mumbled in between kisses at the very top of her jawline. Of course, by that he meant that he wasn't going to push her into anything. He could wait until she was ready, and plus he wasn't exactly fit to mambo right now what with the injuries. Patience was a virtue, after all. And for some reason, Sam figured that Joanie just wasn't as...experienced?