"Uh huh. I'm doing it on purpose."

Andy clearly needed sleep. Booker probably did too but it was harder to get there. Probably easier with an Andy shaped blanket lying on top of him but he wasn't there yet.

"Don't make me hum." He had a decent enough singing voice. He could hum a fair tune. A little lullaby would just push her right over the edge into sleep he was certain.