Sam mumbles something unintelligible into the pillow. Has difficulty pulling himself out of his sleepy haze because he doesn't want to get up. Feels more comfortable than he has in years. Slept better than ever, and doesn't quite get why just yet. He stretches eventually, providing Bucky with a sight to behold quite without meaning to. Feels a deep ache under the comfort, and can't be fully mad about it right now.

His face goes flat and unimpressed when he sees the label on the coffee though. Takes it anyway after sitting up and wishes he had the strength to chew Bucky out for the all around stalking.

Curaes when he looks at the time.

"Liaten. You had what you wanted. You had your fun. But I got a date in two hours. You gotta go, and I gotta get ready."