He made Sam laugh? Heh. He guessed he mostly remembered Sam being angry more than laughing but maybe he found more time to laugh at his jokes later, in private, after he was less angry. Then again, that time he sent the platypus into his motel room was comedy gold.

He braced himself under Sam's touch and then realised than Sam was willing to go to bat for him, willing to get hurt for him and wanted to comfort him. Sam wasn't going to suddenly beat him. Or, at least, he hoped not. He tried to force his muscles to relax and carefully, he shifted a bit closer to Sam. He cocked his head to the side and watched Sam for a second for any signs of rejection.

And then he rested his head against Sam's shoulder. Oh, the human was so warm.