When the phone buzzes, Sam turned in his bed with a soft groan, his muscles flexing slightly as he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He reached out and began patting around on his nightstand, trying to find his phone without having to open his eyes. Why the hell would someone call at this hour? As he finds it he looks at the screen for a moment, seeing your name on it and picking it up before he brings it to his ear.

"Hm..?" He mumbled sleepily and closed his eyes again.