He closed his eyes at the feel of her hand against his head. Sam really wanted her to keep it there. He wanted her to sit beside him, to put her head on his shoulder; he wanted things to just go back to the way that they used to be. They could never go back, could they? Not exactly. It was either something new and better or nothing at all. Sam released a tired breath and forced himself to look to her.
He wanted to stay. Crash on Claire's couch or something. But that was a stupid idea and he knew it without even trying to suggest as much.
"I should go home," Sam said wearily, "get some sleep." Try to get some sleep. Sam was honestly afraid as to what would happen if he did. Putting a hand to the wall, Sam pushed his way up to his feet. "Are you -" Asking if she was going to be okay? Also stupid. "Thank you for letting me come here. And for the second shot. You won't be sorry."