A second hand reaches out to join the first, holding him firm to keep him from trying that again. He shushes Jay, shaking his head.

"I ain't exactly payin' you to lay around my house," he says, voice rough like sandpaper.

And then he smiles faintly. "But don't go apologizing. You stay right where you're at."

Once Jay settles down again, Samuel takes a seat on the edge of the couch.

"I heard what happened, son. Were you plannin' on ever waking up again?" he asks good-naturedly.