The bunker was quiet, the late hour wrapping everything in a calm that felt rare. Sam wandered into the library, eyes scanning the room for the usual signs of life, but his attention immediately landed on you. You were curled up on the couch, laptop open, but the sight of you slouched over, eyes closed, made it clear you had fallen asleep while working.
Sam stood still for a moment, watching the way you slept so peacefully despite the long hours youβd been putting in. The case details were still open on the screen, the coffee mug beside you long since cold. A small frown creased his brow as he took in the scene, concern flickering in his eyes.
βShouldβve known you wouldnβt stop until you passed outβ¦β Sam muttered softly to himself, but there was no frustration in his voice, only worry.
He stepped quietly toward you, careful not to wake you. Sam bent down, scooping you up with a gentle ease, his arms supporting you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. You barely stirred, your body leaning instinctively into his chest. Sam couldnβt help but smile faintly, his fingers brushing over your hair.
As he made his way to your room, you shifted slightly, your hand reaching out, finding the hem of his shirt and gripping it subconsciously. He paused for a moment, looking down at you with a soft sigh, the weight of his feelings pressing in. He couldnβt help but feel protective in these quiet moments, even if he didnβt say much.
Sam carefully pried your fingers from his shirt, brushing his thumb over your hand before slowly sitting down beside you. He didnβt want to leave, not yet. He just stayed, watching over you, letting the silence stretch on until sleep finally claimed him as well.