Jack stood stock still at Sam's side, no emotion visible on his face. Sara's father stood to his other side, while Greg shed silent tears next to Sam. The four watched silently as the coffin was lowered into the ground in front of them, next to their beloved son.
He hadn't cried when Charlie died, not openly at least. But then, he'd been trying to stay strong for Sara. That had turned FUBAR faster than he thought possible. This time, he allowed a solitary tear to slip from the bottom of his eyelid, not really caring who saw. The two people he cared the most for were now together, side by side in the ground.
Sam reached up and gently squeezed his hand in comfort, letting him know she was there for him. She was well aware he didn't need it, but it made her feel better. His responding grip let her know he was aware of what she was trying to do, and appreciated it.
The mourners started leaving the site, the group of four the only ones left standing in the silence. Greg walked forward, kneeling at the edge of the grave as the workers filled it in. The other three knew he needed his own time and left him alone.
Jack turned to Sam, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Mike said he'd bring you back to your place. Daniel will be waiting there for you."
"What about you, sir?"
"I'm heading back out to Chicago." He gave her shoulder a tight squeeze and headed back to his truck. His overnight bag was already stored, waiting for him to go.