Foreman nodded slightly. It would take time. They'd only really known each other for a few weeks. He didn't expect that to mean that they couldn't trust each other as far as lying together on the couch went, but apparently that's what it meant to Amber. So, he was learning about her, and what she wanted. And at least now he was able to bring it up with her when he found her being high-handed with him.

Better than explanations that she might trust him better, someday, was the fact that she let him guide him to lie in front of him. Foreman tucked his knees in behind hers, their bodies lined up nearly perfectly, and his arm, as he'd suspecting, fitting just over the curve of her waist. "It's fine," he said. He didn't really care if he could see the television. The hockey game was gradually coming to a finish, and Foreman was more interested in feeling Amber relax against him. Her hair tickled his nose a bit, but he could tip his head up and avoid the wisps easily. He could smell her conditioner, or her perfume--it was familiar, and elusive enough that he had to breathe in deeply to catch the fullness of it.

Letting his eyes close, Foreman curled up as close behind Amber as he could, with the back of the couch supporting him. Breathing slowly and steadily, he let the tension seep out of his muscles. Amber better not mind if he fell asleep, because that was all he could think about now, his mind fuzzing out. The wine had only reminded him of just how tired he was. Before long, Foreman was dozing.