Sam moved one leg, poking Jesse in the thigh with his socked toes. "You have a bed. In your room. For you to use." He reached underneath his bum and retrieved the flattened crisps bag. He chucked it towards the coffee table, but it only sailed to the floor between the table and the couch.
But whatever. He didn't care if Jesse didn't move. Maybe the bloke couldn't. Sam knew he sure as hell couldn't. His legs and arms were very heavy suddenly, and he wondered if his toes were as numb as his fingertips had been for a couple of hours. Maybe that was why he'd tripped earlier.
He poked his toes into Jesse's thigh once more, experimenting. "I think my toes are numb."