Samuel was out cold still. He had fallen asleep much after you, and resutantly, wanted to sleep in. He breathed feintly, and his long blonde hair was a messy fluff that engulfed his head. He was far from a bed hog, using only barely enough blanket to cover a legg, and some of his stomache region. Otherwise, his muscular body was exposed about the bed. He looked (and probably smelt) like he needed a shower, and the scent of alcohol fille the space between you both.