"Then you're in luck, because that's as good as it gets with me, babe," Sam joked. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled softly. God, she smelled good.
The noises from the TV didn't even process through his mind anymore. Sam closed his eyes, arms still wrapped around Faith. A small smile flickered across his face. He was here, with Faith, and she was staying with him through the night. If there was anything that gave him hope for the future, it was most certainly this.
He was tired. The tea that he had drank had worn into his system and he knew he'd be passing out soon enough. Though he couldn't help but wonder - would he be enduring a nightmare lacking sleep tonight because of the drink or because of Faith?