Much made a small content noise and lay his head against her collarbones, hugging her a little closer. He quite liked this little sanctuary at her place, and also having the oh-shit-what-are-we-going-to-do style talks with him sitting in her lap.
He didn't know what they were going to do. Brainstorm with Rob. Talk in circles a whole bunch more. Bring other immortals into the fray to help them out. Try and convince Will to fake his own death so he could break parole.
None of is he could really do right now though. "D'you wanna open that wine we didn't drink the other night?" he asked, still using her chest as a pillow.