Sam had been steeling herself for months, and as she burst though the door to Danny's room she knew today she would tell him.
"Danny," she began "I've danced around it long enough! I have to confess that I... Danny what are you...?"
Danny's head shot up, his eyes wide, his breathing quick and and every inch of him screaming panic and tension.
"It, it's not what it looks like! I swear!"
Sam backed away, horrified.
"Is that the ...?"
He glanced down.
"It's not the thermos I usually use."
Morbid curiosity demanded she pry further.
"Usually?"
He made a point of not looking at Sam, and would have rubbed the back of his neck were his hands not otherwise occupied.
"Vlad's just been such a jerk lately, and, well..."
"I'm going to go now, we were never here today."
"Could you close the door behind you?"
1. Blame WTFWonder (she knows why ...) 2. At least I didn't follow up the box based soap opera idea.