He smiled, his eyes soft and sincere and he opened his mouth to say something that was no doubt sappy...and then Booker realized that he'd moved and what came out instead was a laugh.

"I'm so very sorry, Booker. I did not mean to disturb your nap." He grinned, threading the fingers of one hand through Booker's hair. He gave it a few gentle tugs, then just settled into a rhythm of running his fingers through it.

"This place belongs to all of us, Andy. I built it for us, not me. And certainly not for my husband, who mumbled under his breath the entire project." His grin turned a little wicked as he reached out with a toe to poke at the sensitive place just above Joe's hip bone.