Sam fell asleep while Kay was stroking his hair and she gestured towards Kyle.
[Help me put his head on the pillow]
Kyle brushed the biscuit crumbs off his hands and quickly went over. He slipped his hands under Sam's head while she loosened his grip that was around her waist. Despite both of them being very gentle, Sam still woke up.
He glared at Kyle, got his head away from Kyle's hands and hugged Kay even tighter, mumbling, "Mine. My pillow."
Okay, Sam had to admit to himself that he was behaving atrociously but he couldn't help it.
One, he was in pain and he wanted comfort. Two, he had this perverse desire to show to Betty that he had people who wanted him, even if she didn't. At least he had the Elite Five who would appreciate him and would pander to him.
Was he being childish?
Yes, but at that moment, he didn't care.
Betty watched the rather loving scene jealously. She wanted to be the one that he sought comfort with but then again, she had pushed him away, right?