[ he snuggles up a little closer at the feeling of their legs tangling, his voice obviously slurring with sleep. ]

You should come watch me play at Nationals. [ and that's a nice enough thought to make him smile -- this close to sleep, it doesn't matter how improbable the request probably is. it doesn't matter that they come from different places, it doesn't matter that he might not even get that much playing time... it'd just be nice. ] I'd probably play my best if I knew you were watching.

Then you could meet my team, and show 'em the stuff I taught you... [ heaving a little sigh, struggling to hold onto the last bits of wakefulness. ]