She sighs against his shoulder and then straightens, looking at him, even though it's easier when they're not making eye contact. Easier for her, at least. "It's nobody's fault," she says. "There are no rules for this."

He looks good in his uniform, really good. Sam thinks maybe that's part of her jitters; she's over the military-forbids-it part of their relationship, and got over that some time ago, but it's still a little reminder.