For a brief moment, he met her eyes. "You might change your mind." If or when Sam ever managed to find his way back to the Underground and the truth hit her, all those kind words would be dust. Because he'd failed both of them there. But then he licked his lower lip and looked away as he reached out to touch something on the screen. All nervous gestures that indicated something was 'off'.
And then his cigarette fell out of his hands and he was scrambling to retrieve it from the floor before something burned. Dammit. He needed shorter shifts and more sleep.