"Why can't we just stay here?" Sam asks in a soft whine, latching onto Puck's arm when he reaches into the backseat. "Just come here. I'm already comfy, I just need you to keep me warm. Beds are lame." He brings Puck's hand to his mouth, planting a wet kiss on his fingers. "It's nicer out here. Pleeease? I don't want to be alone. My head hurts." He rolls onto his side, narrowly missing rolling off the seat entirely, and looks at Puck with bleary eyes. "I feel like I'm gonna puke now." He pauses for a second, wrinkling his nose. "No. False alarm. I'm okay. Can you hurry up and come here?" Sam sits up, leaning forward between the front seats and trying to attach his lips to Puck's face.