He made a sound that was either a startled laugh or a stifled cough, but nodded, smile having returned, "Yeah, that sounds about right." Baseball was the one that still got him riled up on occasion, mostly because he was of the opinion -even now- that there should be more biting and fewer shoes involved. Not necessarily in that order.

He didn't exactly wedge himself in against one arm of the couch, but he was in one of those half-folded positions that only the Cals could actually look comfortable in, leaning more or less back against the arm of the couch, with one leg folded under him and the other drawn up, remote resting on his knee so he wouldn't lose track of it.

He'd found a James Bond marathon, which wasn't necessarily his favorite, but it was engaging enough to keep him awake, but dumb enough not to need his full attention.