He shakes his head, pitying himself, and leaves his room before he gets any stupid ideas. He walks into the laundry room with purpose, and since it’s 4 am he doesn’t expect to find anyone there.

He’s quite wrong.

Sam is standing right in front of him, wearing a bigger version of the shirt he’s carrying in his hands right now, her nose buried in its collar.

from this insufferably fantastic samxjosh fic (link) by @joshing-machine. i hit chapter nine and absolutely lost my shit at this precious embarassing fdjsking scene and now i am absolutely well and truly stuck on this sinking trash barge of a ship. dammit.