He lay down with her readily, dressed down to little more than his cotton shirt and a pair of comfortable pants he'd found for himself a while back. Central was the only place he truly felt comfortable letting his defenses down. Towns were fine, but no raider or mutant was going to get through the reinforced steel door. Not without the code, and as far as he knew only four people in the world had that code. As such, his relaxation was complete there. He pressed in close against her, allowed himself to fully relax. He felt the exhaustion of the last few days creeping in, and barely had time to kiss her nose and murmur a soft agreement before falling completely asleep.<br/><br/>Between the security and the woman in his arms, Carson hadn't slept better in years. For once he slept well past the early morning hours, and didn't stir until she did, at which point he woke up slowly and lazily. Part of him knew that time was of the essence, that he had to act quickly and decisively, but as he stretched across the cushions all he could focus on was how warm and comfortable he felt in that moment. "Good morning," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes closed. His lips brushed hers as he spoke, his breath soft and warm. "I was wrong about the cushions. I don't think I've ever felt more comfortable."