Lincoln was half asleep, draped around her, sighing and breathing and mumbling into her skin. Lee wasn't paying anything but the most cursory attention to the game, most of her focus on the heavy weight of his head on her shoulder, the warmth of his breath on her neck, the way his fingers found the edge of her t-shirt and toyed with it idly.

"Hey..." She leaned into him a little, her shirt lifting so that his fingers brushed skin, making her shiver. "I think we're going to have to fight soon. You better wake up for that."