Winn waited a beat, then rose as well, stretching his shoulders. "I'm gonna—"
"Sit the fuck back down, Winn!" Sam barked, finally looking up from Liz. "What?" He arched a brow. "You want to make some more noise in the shower too?"
"Sam…the baby." Winn threw his hand up in horror. His eyes flicked instinctively to Elizabeth, who was blissfully unaware of the adult panic swirling around her, chewing thoughtfully on her own fist while sitting on Sam's lap. "You can't just—say things like that in front of her."
Sam didn't even look remotely chastised. He adjusted the baby's position. "I'm old," he said calmly, patting Liz's back as she gave a contented gurgle. "I am allowed to get away with everything. That's one of the perks of not having much time left."
