Sam entered the room not long after, his own torch burning brightly. This was the fifth night they'd followed what had become a nightly ritual and so it didn't feel weird at all to wedge his torch down and then sit beside Shannon, his shoulder brushing hers.
"Rough day?" He asked, noting the bottle in her hand and looking up at her face as he tried to read her expression. His day hadn't been so rough as much as long. He was hoping that Shannon wanted to sleep together rather than in shifts tonight, especially since he'd never take the first shift. "Do you want to talk about it?"