Liv couldn't help but chuckle warmly down at him, though it was more a soundless breath and closed, half-smiling lips. Maybe it was the way he yawned, or the emotionally draining conversation that'd started the whole night- maybe it was the fact that it was now three in the morning, but her shoulders sank back a little in the couch cushion, and the arm she had draped there slid down to lazily drape across Dean's chest, and the arm he'd just laid back down.
"You, have an excellent point," she told him with lazy praise. And now she was stuck wondering how Ash takes a piss. Thanks for that, Dean.
It didn't last long. Before the movie had even ended, Liv found her head was getting too heavy to keep lifing up from the back of the cushion, and her feet had gone to sleep. Without thinking, listing through a half-sleep haze, she readjusted under Dean without disturbing him too much.