xlvi. Star
He remembers wishing on a star for an angel once.
She walks into his office dressed in something clearly designed to make him lose his mind. "Sam," she calls. She smiles and goes to his desk. "It's Christmas Eve. Come on!"
"The government doesn't stop working on Christmas," he recites.
She sits on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She's clearly trying to kill him. She kisses him, her hands wrapping in his hair.
A throat clears, and they pull apart to face Toby.
"Sam." He taps on the doorframe. "Last I checked, this is still my office."