Sam smiled at Jesse's drunken laughter, his own mind going pleasantly blank as the bloke smiled at him. He tried to follow his friend's motion with his eyes, but he moved too quickly for Sam's sluggish reflexes, and he ended up blinking down at the head on his shoulder. Huh.
"Was he? I never saw that. I 'member he got in a spot of bother over some comments he made once or twice. But I can't remember his name." He peered at the telly for a moment, as if the credits would pop up over the picture on the screen, and tell him the elusive identity of the man. But of course they didn't.
He moved his hand from the back of the couch and crooked his elbow, bringing his hand to Jesse's hair. He ruffled it fondly and heavily, his fingertips numb with alcohol and his muscles not quite coordinated. "Drunken idiot," he said fondly, and forgot to move his hand.