Sam hums lightly at Kirk's comment, not really catching it since it sounded more like a grumble with how tired Kirk sounded and his own exhaustion weighing on him. There's another yawn from him, though much smaller, but it's enough to have Fortitude moving in closer and whispering about going to bed since tomorrow was going to be yet another busy day.

"You don't look much better," he returns, indicating that the man didn't look much further from sleeping on his drink. There was a smile on his face for a moment, but as soon as Kirk was commenting that he didn't necessarily have a bed, it has him frowning just slightly. "You don't have a place to sleep?" The question is meant to be answered, but Sam barely gives Kirk time to respond before he speaks again.

"There's space in my room if you need to crash." They really needed to find ways to make more room. He can understand that not all the sleeping arrangements are comfortable, but a cot, or at least blankets and pillows, should be available.